Luyện nghe bài hát Sickalicious

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

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

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

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

They me F A B O L O
U S, you just lay down slow
Know this before this, trey blow
Spit game, get to lay down low
I'm da cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is too low
I shop till I drop when I'm coppin' new
Bop in the hop but stop to use hoes

He's that new dude that
sure silencers on the gat is screwed
With an it 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 niggas at one choice
So run when you hear that gun noise

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

Hey now get that money, keep rims spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and they tight
Fabulous and Missy, right
If you a hater my gun go
Block a, block a, a, block a

They call me William H period
I ride in the seven series with
I make another one of homies
And I'm serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li
The private jet sick
The on the jet ski's quick
The in the sets be thick

And I done more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away ya
your bitch, get the God two way number
It'll be to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one like the piece that's on chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly
Bitch I'll put canary's up in your belly chain
And to beat the traffic hop in a helly main

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