Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Wid It Ii

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

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cut bezel
I'm I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been to book me
40, what that do?
Sometimes me, you
Man you a nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I woulda been done cut off
A cult following, they love me
a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the with a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga help me, my nigga help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar
Turn a couple of into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the
The gravel, the D-spot, we like IHOP

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

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

[Turf
You get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
we been doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay homage
Niggaz been stealin our for years 40!
brave to talk around 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 penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the and fit right in
A young nigga, an old soul
A busy nigga, put the on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin broke stogs
You can me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in or Club 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice the cooler
left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, weed in my garage
roll up, I got a cannabis card

[Turf
wait wait! Money.. power and respect motherfucker
40 you niggaz mayne! We hongry nigga!
We eat with a fork around this bitch mayne!
Knahmean? your motherfuckin weight up nigga
You pockets is touchin motherfucker
You starvin!