Luyện nghe bài hát Sickalicious

Uh, huh, oh
Yeah, uh uh
Uh uh yeah, uh uh

They me G H E T T O
star power, like B E T shows
I'm usually pullin' up in the G T
Flashing my ring finger the E T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat
Take fucka, lay flat sucka

I'm ducked Negro, uh
Get every bay from to Montigo
They say I got the and the E glow
I'm in the range, no matter where he go
I'm homie, gat on me
I'm the kid, not phony
Anybody know me
Knows I'm to get that money yeah

Hey now get money, keep them rims spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and they tight
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious
If you a hater my gun go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,

call me F A B O L O
U S, you lay down slow nigga
Know this before this, trey blow
game, get dames to lay down low
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the on the drops is too low
I shop I drop when I'm coppin' new clothes
Bop in the hop but don't stop to use

He's that new dude include
Makin' sure silencers on the gat is
With an it don't even matter
And a fuck you, pay me
I'm that boy, that slung boy
That'll em saying where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving at one choice
So run when you hear that gun noise

You say you rich, then come and talk shit to me
Block a, a, block a, block a
Buy dvds and TVs but I like shoes on my jeep
a, block a, block a, block a
24-inch and a good gold grill in the front
Block a, block a, a, block a
Gotta closet made for big
do more then treat me to lunch

Hey now get that money, them rims spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin'
and Missy, sickalicious right
If you a hater my gun go
a, block a, block a, block a

They call me H period Bonnie
I ride in the seven series Tommie's
I make one of America's homies
And I'm dead mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li
The jet ski's sick
The on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be

And I done slipped shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one Penny Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad from ya
Once bitch, get the God two way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day ya
I'm the one like the piece that's on chain
You reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic hop in a main

Hey now get that money, keep them spichey
24 on my hummer and they fittin' tight
and Missy, sickalicious right
If you a make my gun go
a, block a, block a, block a