Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Wid It Ii

[Turf + (E-40)]
Damn nigga, ay where Mikey at
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to nigga?
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's on?)
It's your young 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, talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just we can't be fucked with
And you it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) 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 to book me
40, what that do?
Sometimes me, you
Man you a nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' I woulda been done cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers love me
Kill a and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga help me, my nigga help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand stacks
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred
The main drag, the soil, the
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like

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

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 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, while I teach you how to and grind
Fifteen All the time (cool)
These rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, lose contact get out of
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like
Off the leash, we we hungry we beasts
out, watch out, here come the jumpout
Hide dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they beat us and choke us and take our
And shoot us them tazer guns

[Turf
You niggaz'll get your motherfuckin head knocked off fuckin us boy
Nigga we been doin shit nigga
Niggaz need to bow the fuck and pay homage nigga
Niggaz been stealin our shit for 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 I spend
Go to any hood in the and fit right in
A nigga, with an old soul
A nigga, put the President on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 inch
Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke
You can find me in the mall, buyin up all the
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, them 'bows
Left and right froze, cold 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 card

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