Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Wid It Ii

[Turf + (E-40)]
nigga, ay where Mikey at mayne?
Ay, ay Droop-E, Droop-E! You old enough to drink
Whassup cousin? (Whassup tycoon, goin on?)
It's your young nephew mayne
(What is it What's goin on family?)
There's a lot of shit need to be said 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 hood in this motherfucker (the whole soil)
Sick Wid It (now) been runnin this shit

out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't even had time to eat a 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 real-ass nigga, man you a
If I had yo' hand I woulda been cut mine off
A following, hustlers they love me
Kill a tree and put a rock in the over me
If you see me up in the mountains a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't help me, my nigga help the lion!
Uhh, chalupas {?} thousand stacks
Turn a couple of ki's into a couple hundred
The drag, the soil, the blacktop
The gravel, the D-spot, we open IHOP

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

out pimp!
Hit me on my chirp, I got work
Fuck e'rybody else, I got on my shirt
Better up and come and get 'em we got the lowest rates
I'm tellin you pimpin cause they goin hotcakes
Cops and spoil it we flushin it down the toilet
Throw it in the battery acid and destroy it
Pay and learn, while I teach you how to grit and grind
Fifteen five? All the (cool)
These square-ass rappers, they get a few
Then they, lose contact get out of
the, with the streets, we stick to the turf like cleets
Off the leash, we thirsty we hungry we
Look out, watch out, come the jumpout
your dope in your anus, and put the weed out
'Fore they us and choke us and take our funds
And shoot us with them guns

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

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

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