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 cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's on?)
It's your nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit that to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, I'll back)
First of all I'ma start by just 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, cushion cut
I'm busy I even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every
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' hand I woulda done cut mine off
A cult following, they love me
Kill a tree and put a rock in the over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't
Nigga don't help me, my help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand stacks
Turn a couple of into a couple hundred racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we like IHOP

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

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

[Turf
You niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off 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 whole enchilada, the taco
I'm a capo!
Play with round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit in
A young nigga, with an old
A nigga, put the President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 inch
Got the inside of the smokin like broke stogs
You can find me in the mall, up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice the cooler
Just left the jeweler, gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, weed in my garage
Police roll up, I got a card

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