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 drink
Whassup (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's young nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit that to be said big cousin
(Talk to me, I'll 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 (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It (now) been runnin this shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut
I'm I ain't even had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME promoter
and every agency in the industry been tryin to me
40, what that do?
Sometimes me, you
Man you a real-ass nigga, man you a
If I had yo' hand I woulda done cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers 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 help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand stacks
Turn a of ki's into a couple hundred racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like

[Turf
Yea mayne! These know!
Nigga is big 40-Water motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay eatin over motherfucker!
You niggaz need to step motherfuckin weight up nigga
Sick Wid It, BME

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got work
Fuck else, I got myself on my shirt
Better hurry up and come and get 'em we got the rates
I'm tellin you pimpin cause they like hotcakes
Cops come and spoil it we it down the toilet
Throw it in the acid and then destroy it
Pay attention and learn, I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen All the time (cool)
square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, contact get out of touch
the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we we beasts
Look out, watch out, come the jumpout
Hide your dope in anus, and put the weed out
they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them guns

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

The enchilada, the whole taco
I'm a capo!
Play hundred round 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 busy nigga, put the on hold
Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like stogs
You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the
Or in or Club 112, throwin them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, 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 cannabis

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