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?
cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? goin 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 sayin we can't be fucked
And you it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) runnin this shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't 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 real-ass nigga, man you a
If I had yo' I woulda been done cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers love me
Kill a 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 of ki's into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the
The gravel, the D-spot, we open IHOP

Talk]
Yea mayne! These know!
this is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step your weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME

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 rates
I'm tellin you pimpin they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it we flushin it the toilet
Throw it in the battery and then destroy it
Pay attention and learn, I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the (cool)
These rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, lose contact get out of
With the, the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we we hungry we beasts
out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your anus, and put the out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our
And shoot us with tazer guns

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

The whole enchilada, the whole
I'm a capo!
Play with hundred drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every penny I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit in
A young nigga, with an old
A busy nigga, put the President on
Ride Vogues, 26 inch
Got the inside of the smokin like 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
Just the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, growin in my garage
roll up, I got a cannabis card

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