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 nigga?
cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew mayne
(What is it What's goin on family?)
a lot of shit that need to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, talk back)
First of all I'ma by just 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 shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cut bezel
I'm busy I even had time to eat a fortune cookie
I signed with BME every promoter
and agency in the industry been tryin to book 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 been done cut off
A following, hustlers they love me
Kill a and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I lyin
Nigga don't help me, my nigga the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} dollar stacks
Turn a of ki's into a couple hundred racks
The main drag, the soil, the
The gravel, the D-spot, we open IHOP

[Turf
Yea mayne! These know!
Nigga is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin 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 else, I got myself on my shirt
Better hurry up and and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm you pimpin cause they goin 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, while I teach you how to 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
Look out, out, here come the jumpout
your dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us them tazer guns

[Turf
You niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head off fuckin with us boy
Nigga we doin this shit nigga
Niggaz to bow the fuck down and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been our shit for years 40!
Niggaz brave to talk around motherfuckers, WATER!

The whole enchilada, the taco
I'm a capo!
Play with hundred drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A nigga, watch every penny that I spend
Go to any in the world and fit right in
A nigga, with an old soul
A nigga, put the President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin broke stogs
You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them
Left and right froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
Just the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, growin weed in my
roll up, I got a cannabis card

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