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

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cut bezel
I'm I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to me
Mackin-ass 40, that do?
Sometimes me, 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 rock in the over me
If you see me up in the mountains a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't help me, my nigga the mountain lion!
Uhh, {?} thousand dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like

Talk]
Yea mayne! motherfuckers know!
Nigga is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay over here 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 up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you pimpin cause they like hotcakes
Cops come and it we flushin it down 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)
square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, lose get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we we beasts
out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide your in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer

Talk]
You niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin us boy
we been doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been our shit for years 40!
Niggaz to talk 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 young nigga, an old soul
A nigga, put the President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 toes
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, throwin 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the
Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank
I smoke big, growin in my garage
Police up, I got a cannabis card

[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!