Luyện nghe bài hát Sicc & High

Brotha
(Talking)
Yeah man, ya know, I was trying to tell you man,
that nigga was trippin out man. I did all of shit,
for him and shit, and I help that nigga outa bad situations, you
Cuz was man, I was like man.
Still was talking shit nigga, dirty ass about me and shit, you know.
Man, so I gotta hit him

Nigga you tha, of comedy,
and Ima be g thatz Ima be.
Let you see that at close range,
when I tap you the bang, wrap you up in cellophane (sphhhh).
be the endin, no pretendin,
siccmade and side crash?, do a drive by wide em.
Do or die by in em, get in em, any time, any where.
Cut through the lane Chris Webber.
Better get it nigga, I toughen up your leather with a,
touch, you in the neck, get my respect, you muthafuckin bet.
Might as well not when I put these flames to your set,
and leave you, like robinson.
My oozie 24 tons, and I got them,
niggas on rum in em, and 221s, you getted this done.
why I pack my gun,
cause when you into this gangsta shit you gotta pack yo gun.
Some gon shoot, some niggas gon run.
Its all mathematical, bet off and get tragical?,
holding out the cadillac roam the metal thangs,
to do that thang, you know, cellophane.
To hit them thangs,
smash off in the cup where you get that
You watch medic bring, black bags and gloves.
I gotta be thug (why?), I made that a long time ago.
40s in plash? dominoes,
goin drama with hoes, you know how it goes.
I aint been doin no shows, aint steppin on no toes.
But the p11 9mm ruben (whats that?), is the I chose.
I dont need much cause Im clutch like diesel,
and I love the way the ruben dead people.
em comin out the church steeple,
he did my people.
You know, to the first degree,
and Im walkin to my funeral, so it aint no hearsin me.

Bouncin off to the turf, is A-Blocc,
Im posted pushin yayrocks?, to see right through niggas character.
They like the glock, neighborhood watch keeps lookin,
but I keep jookin, shit I know where Pablo his birdies cookin.
I crook em.
See the plots to get quicker, make my feddy thicker,
perkin off the finest liquors, pass pen, get clutched.
I get my bucks man, MOB, money over bitches,
six rags with switches, got the feds takin pictures,
half heart half dope, invested my ism, is pimp, hes upset with a hoe.
And made her till my pockets got the mumps like gody?
Ask the little bitch, she said, oh hes a cody.
So D, pistols everything from IDs.
I put hoes in shady niggas, left eatin through our piece.
Roll dese through the ghetto, vogues smoked indo.
speed chases throwin choppers out the window.
Im wanted by the task, and bitch ass gun blast,
and all I wanted was the cash.
Shit its like Im but I still get blunted rollin through the set.
Ima do my for now though, cause they aint killed me yet,
and if I die then I die, shit, even shed a tear.
Im better off Im goin man, cause I aint happy here.
Got no fear, shit, them niggas bruise I bruise,
lose screws? like I do, nigga, how you choose nigga, ooh!