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 nigga?
Whassup (Whassup tycoon, what's goin on?)
It's your nephew Turkey mayne
(What is it What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit that need to be 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 nigga (now) been this shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a cookie
Since I signed with BME every
and every agency in the industry been 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 woulda been cut mine off
A cult following, hustlers they 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 don't help me, my help the mountain lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand dollar
Turn a couple of ki's into a hundred racks
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open like

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

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got that
Fuck e'rybody else, I got on my shirt
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 battery and then destroy it
Pay attention and learn, while I you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the (cool)
These square-ass rappers, get a few bucks
Then they, contact get out of touch
With the, with the streets, we stick to the like cleets
Off the leash, we we hungry we beasts
Look out, out, here come the jumpout
Hide your in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore beat us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us them tazer guns

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

The whole enchilada, the whole
I'm a capo!
Play hundred round drums
Me and my u-salaam(?)
A stingy nigga, 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 President on
Ride Vogues, 26 inch
Got the inside of the laws smokin broke stogs
You can find me in the mall, up all the clothes
Or in A-T-L or Club 112, them 'bows
Left and right arms froze, cold the ice from the cooler
Just left the jeweler, rose gold, Mueller
I smoke big, growin in my garage
Police roll up, I got a card

Talk]
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 motherfuckin weight up nigga
You niggaz pockets is motherfucker
You starvin!