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 enough to nigga?
Whassup (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
your young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit that need to be 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 hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut
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
Mackin-ass 40, what do?
me, always you
Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a
If I had yo' hand I been done cut mine 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, {?} thousand dollar stacks
a couple of ki's into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the
The gravel, the D-spot, we open IHOP

[Turf
Yea mayne! These know!
Nigga is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin over motherfucker!
You need 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 on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the rates
I'm tellin you pimpin they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and 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 grit and
Fifteen All the time (cool)
These square-ass rappers, get a few bucks
Then they, contact get out of touch
With the, the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we we hungry we beasts
Look out, watch out, here come the
Hide your dope in anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and us and take our funds
And shoot us them tazer guns

[Turf
You get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck and pay homage nigga
Niggaz stealin our shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to around these motherfuckers, WATER!

The whole enchilada, the whole
I'm a capo!
Play with hundred round
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit in
A nigga, with an old soul
A busy nigga, put the President on
Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke
You can find me in the mall, up all the clothes
Or in or Club 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, gold, Frank Mueller
I big, growin weed in my garage
Police roll up, I got a cannabis

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