Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

Brotha
(Talking)
Yeah man, ya know, I was trying to you nigga man,
that nigga was trippin out man. I did all of shit,
for him and shit, and I help that nigga 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:

Nigga you tha, of comedy,
and Ima be g what Ima be.
Let you see that at close range,
I tap you with the bang, wrap you up in cellophane (sphhhh).
be the endin, no pretendin,
siccmade and side crash?, do a drive by wide 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, you in the neck, get my respect, you muthafuckin 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,
on rum in em, and those 221s, you getted this done.
Thats why I my gun,
cause when you tappin into this gangsta shit you pack yo gun.
niggas gon shoot, some 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 them thangs,
smash off in the cup where you get that
You watch that bring, black bags and gloves.
I gotta be thug (why?), I that decision a long time ago.
Drinkin 40s in dominoes,
goin through drama with hoes, you how it goes.
I been doin no shows, aint been steppin on no toes.
But the p11 9mm ruben (whats that?), is the I chose.
I dont need cause Im clutch like shaq diesel,
and I love the way the make dead people.
Catch em out the church steeple,
he did my people.
You know, paybacks to the degree,
and Im cript walkin to my funeral, so it no hearsin me.

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