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 drink
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, 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 start by just sayin we can't be 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 busy I ain't even had time to eat a fortune
I signed with BME every promoter
and every agency in the industry tryin 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 been 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 mountains with a lion, I ain't
Nigga don't help me, my nigga the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} dollar stacks
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open IHOP

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

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that
Fuck e'rybody else, I got myself on my
Better hurry up and and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you cause they goin like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it we flushin it down the
Throw it in the acid and then destroy it
Pay and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind
five? All the time (cool)
These square-ass rappers, they get a few
they, lose contact get out of touch
With the, the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we
Look out, watch out, here the jumpout
Hide dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer

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

The whole enchilada, the whole
I'm a capo!
Play with hundred drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I
Go to any hood in the world and fit in
A nigga, with an old soul
A busy nigga, put the on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like 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 froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, gold, Frank Mueller
I smoke big, weed in my garage
Police roll up, I got a cannabis

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