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 cousin? (Whassup tycoon, goin on?)
It's your nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it boy? What's 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 sayin we can't be with
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 even had time to eat a cookie
I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to me
Mackin-ass 40, what do?
Sometimes me, you
Man you a nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' hand I been done cut mine off
A cult following, they love me
Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital me
If you see me up in the with a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't help me, my nigga the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar
Turn a couple of ki's a couple hundred racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we like IHOP

[Turf
Yea mayne! motherfuckers know!
Nigga this is big motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin here motherfucker!
You niggaz need to 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 spoil it we flushin it down the
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 get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we we hungry we beasts
Look out, out, here come the jumpout
Hide your dope in your anus, and put the out
'Fore they beat us and us and take our funds
And shoot us with them guns

Talk]
You niggaz'll get motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we doin this shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck down and pay nigga
Niggaz been stealin our 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 in the world and fit right in
A young nigga, with an old
A busy nigga, put the President on
Ride Vogues, 26 toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like stogs
You can me in the mall, buyin up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or 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, weed in my garage
roll up, I got a cannabis card

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