Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Wid It Ii

[Turf + (E-40)]
nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink
Whassup (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey
(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)
First of all I'ma start by sayin we can't be fucked with
And you it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker (the soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut
I'm busy I ain't even had to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every
and every agency in the industry been tryin to me
Mackin-ass 40, that do?
me, always you
Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a
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 with a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't me, my nigga help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar
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 this is big motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
we stay eatin over here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that
Fuck else, I got myself on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest
I'm you pimpin cause they goin like hotcakes
come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery and then 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, lose contact get out of
With the, the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we we hungry we beasts
Look out, watch out, here the jumpout
Hide your dope in your anus, and put the out
they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them guns

[Turf
You niggaz'll get motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we been doin this shit
Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay nigga
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 hundred round
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every that I spend
Go to any hood in the and fit right 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 broke stogs
You can me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them
and right arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, growin weed in my
Police roll up, I got a card

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