Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Wid It Ii

[Turf + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to nigga?
cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew mayne
(What is it What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of that need to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be with
And you it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune
Since I 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' hand I woulda been done cut off
A cult following, hustlers they me
a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I lyin
Nigga help me, my nigga help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's a couple hundred racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we like IHOP

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

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that
e'rybody else, I got myself on my shirt
Better up and come and get 'em we got the lowest 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 five? All the (cool)
These 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 hungry we
Look out, watch out, here the jumpout
Hide your in your anus, and put the weed out
they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And us with them tazer guns

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

The whole enchilada, the whole
I'm a capo!
Play hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I
Go to any hood in the and fit right in
A young nigga, with an old
A busy nigga, put the President on
Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin broke stogs
You can find me in the mall, up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, like the ice from the cooler
Just the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I big, growin weed in my garage
Police up, I got a cannabis card

Talk]
Wait wait wait! Money.. and respect motherfucker
40 told you mayne! We hongry nigga!
We eat soup with a fork around bitch mayne!
Knahmean? your motherfuckin weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is motherfucker
You starvin!