Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Wid It Ii

[Turf + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink
Whassup (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey
(What is it boy? What's on family?)
There's a lot of that need to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, talk back)
of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been this shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a cookie
I signed with BME every promoter
and agency in the industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what do?
me, always you
Man you a nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' I woulda been done cut mine off
A following, hustlers they love me
Kill a tree and put a in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't help me, my help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like

Talk]
Yea mayne! These know!
Nigga this is big motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
we stay eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step your weight up nigga
Wid It, BME motherfucker

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got work
Fuck e'rybody else, I got on my shirt
Better up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you cause they goin like hotcakes
come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and destroy it
Pay attention and learn, while I teach you how to and grind
Fifteen All the time (cool)
These rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, lose contact get out of
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we we beasts
Look out, watch out, here the jumpout
Hide your in your anus, and put the weed out
they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And us with them tazer guns

Talk]
You niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin us boy
Nigga we been doin this shit
Niggaz to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga
been stealin our shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to talk these motherfuckers, WATER!

The enchilada, the whole taco
I'm a capo!
Play hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every that I spend
Go to any hood in the and fit right in
A nigga, with an old soul
A busy nigga, put the President on
Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the smokin like broke stogs
You can me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank
I smoke big, growin in my garage
Police up, I got a cannabis card

[Turf
wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherfucker
40 told you niggaz mayne! We nigga!
We eat soup with a fork around this mayne!
Step your motherfuckin weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is motherfucker
You starvin!