Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

Brotha
(Talking)
man, ya know, I was trying to tell you nigga man,
that nigga was trippin out man. I did all of shit,
for him and shit, and I that nigga outa bad situations, you know?
Cuz was man, I was like man.
Still was shit nigga, dirty ass songs about me and shit, you know.
Man, so I hit him back:

you tha, king of comedy,
and Ima be g thatz Ima be.
Let you see that shit at range,
when I tap you the bang, wrap you up in cellophane (sphhhh).
be the endin, no pretendin,
siccmade and high side crash?, do a drive by em.
Do or die by in em, get in em, any time, any where.
Cut the lane like Chris Webber.
Better get it together nigga, I toughen up your leather a,
touch, shoot you in the neck, get my respect, you bet.
Might as well not sweat when I put flames to your set,
and leave you, like robinson.
My weigh 24 tons, and I got them,
niggas on rum in em, and those 221s, you this done.
Thats why I my gun,
cause when you tappin this gangsta shit you gotta pack yo gun.
Some niggas gon shoot, niggas gon run.
Its all mathematical, bet off and get tragical?,
holding out the roam with the metal thangs,
to do that thang, you know, cellophane.
To hit pedal thangs,
smash off in the cup you get that hedikane?
You watch medic bring, black bags and gloves.
I be thug (why?), I made that decision a long time ago.
Drinkin 40s in dominoes,
goin through drama with hoes, you how it goes.
I aint been no shows, aint been steppin on no toes.
But the p11 9mm ruben (whats that?), is the I chose.
I dont much cause Im clutch like shaq diesel,
and I love the way the ruben dead people.
Catch em comin out the steeple,
he did my people.
You know, to the first degree,
and Im cript walkin to my funeral, so it aint no me.

Bouncin off to the turf, is A-Blocc,
Im posted pushin yayrocks?, to see right these niggas character.
They like the glock, neighborhood watch keeps lookin,
but I jookin, shit I know where Pablo gots his birdies cookin.
I crook em.
See the plots to get richer quicker, make my thicker,
perkin off the finest liquors, pen, triggas get clutched.
I get my bucks man, MOB, thats money bitches,
six straight with switches, got the feds takin pictures,
half heart half dope, invested my ism, is some pimp, hes upset a hoe.
And her hump till my pockets got the mumps like gody?
Ask the little bitch, she said, oh hes a cody.
So D, pistols everything from IDs.
I put hoes in shady niggas, left them through our piece.
Roll through the ghetto, vogues smoked like indo.
speed chases throwin choppers out the window.
Im by the task, and bitch ass niggas gun blast,
and all I wanted was the cash.
Shit its like Im hunted but I get blunted rollin through the set.
Ima do my thing for now though, cause they killed me yet,
and if I die then I die, shit, dont shed a tear.
Im better off where Im goin man, cause I aint here.
Got no fear, shit, them bruise like I bruise,
screws? like I do, nigga, choose how you choose nigga, ooh!