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
cousin? (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your young nephew Turkey
(What is it boy? 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 just sayin we be fucked with
And you it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a cookie
Since I with BME every promoter
and agency in the industry been tryin to book me
Mackin-ass 40, what do?
me, always you
Man you a nigga, man you a boss
If I had yo' I woulda 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 lyin
Nigga don't help me, my help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand stacks
Turn a couple of ki's a couple hundred racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like

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

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got work
e'rybody 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 goin like hotcakes
come and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and destroy 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, the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we
Look out, watch out, here come the
Hide your dope in anus, and put the weed out
'Fore beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them tazer

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

The whole enchilada, the taco
I'm a capo!
Play with round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, every penny that I spend
Go to any hood in the world and fit in
A young nigga, with an old
A busy nigga, put the on hold
Ride Vogues, 26 toes
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 arms froze, cold like the ice from the cooler
left the jeweler, rose gold, Frank Mueller
I big, growin weed in my garage
Police roll up, I got a card

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