Luyện nghe bài hát Sickalicious

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Yeah, uh uh
Uh uh yeah, uh uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They me William H period Bonnie
I ride in the series with Tommie's
I another 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 more in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Hardaway's number
why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the God two way
It'll be hard to get a Father's Day from ya
I'm the one the piece that's on Nelly's chain
You reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll put canary's up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic hop in a main

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