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 to drink 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, 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 in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut
I'm busy I ain't had time to eat a fortune cookie
Since I signed with BME every
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 been done cut mine off
A cult following, they love me
a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't
Nigga don't help me, my help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open IHOP

[Turf
Yea mayne! These know!
Nigga this is big motherfucker!
The of the Bay nigga!
Nigga we stay over 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
hurry up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you pimpin cause goin like hotcakes
Cops come and it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and then it
Pay attention and learn, while I you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the (cool)
square-ass rappers, they get a few bucks
Then they, contact get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like
Off the leash, we thirsty we we beasts
Look out, watch out, here come the
Hide dope in your anus, and put the weed out
they beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us them tazer guns

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

The enchilada, the whole 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 young nigga, with an old
A busy nigga, put the on hold
Vogues, 26 inch toes
Got the inside of the laws smokin like broke
You can find me in the mall, up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, throwin them
and right arms froze, cold like the ice from 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 wait! Money.. and respect motherfucker
40 told you niggaz mayne! We nigga!
We eat soup with a fork this bitch mayne!
Knahmean? Step your motherfuckin up nigga
You niggaz is touchin motherfucker
You starvin!