Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

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

Nigga you tha, of comedy,
and Ima be g what Ima be.
Let you see shit at close range,
I tap you with 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 through the 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.
why I pack my gun,
cause when you tappin into this gangsta you gotta pack yo gun.
Some gon shoot, some niggas gon run.
Its all mathematical, bet off and get tragical?,
holding out the cadillac roam the metal thangs,
to do ghetto thang, you know, cellophane.
To hit them thangs,
smash off in the cup you get that hedikane?
You watch medic bring, black bags and gloves.
I gotta be thug (why?), I that decision a long time ago.
Drinkin 40s in dominoes,
through drama with hoes, you know how it goes.
I aint been doin no shows, aint steppin on no toes.
But the p11 9mm ruben (whats that?), is the I chose.
I need much cause Im clutch like shaq diesel,
and I love the way the ruben make 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 through these niggas character.
They blasted like the glock, neighborhood keeps lookin,
but I keep jookin, shit I know where Pablo his birdies cookin.
I crook 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 money bitches,
six straight rags with switches, got the feds pictures,
half heart half dope, invested my ism, is pimp, hes upset with a hoe.
And made her till my pockets got the mumps like gody?
Ask the bitch, she said, oh hes a fuckin cody.
So D, everything from fake IDs.
I put hoes in shady niggas, left them eatin our piece.
dese through the ghetto, vogues smoked like indo.
High speed chases throwin out the window.
Im wanted by the task, and bitch ass gun blast,
and all I wanted was the cash.
its like Im hunted but I still get blunted rollin through the set.
Ima do my thing for now though, they aint killed me yet,
and if I die then I die, shit, dont even a tear.
Im better off where Im man, cause I aint happy here.
Got no fear, shit, them niggas bruise I bruise,
lose screws? like I do, nigga, how you choose nigga, ooh!