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 pullin' up in the G T slow
Flashing my ring with the E T glow
I'm that nucca, act certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat
that fucka, lay flat sucka

I'm ducked Negro, uh
Get every bay from Tampa to
They say I got the 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 that
that know me
Knows I'm to get that money yeah

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

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

He's that new that include
Makin' silencers on the gat is screwed
With an it don't even mood
And a fuck you, pay me
I'm young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying 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
Block a, a, block a, block a
24-inch wheels and a gold grill in the front
Block a, block a, block a, a
Gotta made for big clothes
Gotta do more then me to lunch

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

call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in the seven with Tommie's
I make another one of America's
And I'm serious mommy
I'm the one, the Jet Li flick
The jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet quick
The in the sets be thick

And I done slipped more shots in then stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's
That's why dudes say it's hard to my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the God two way
It'll be hard to get a Happy Day from ya
I'm the one like the that's on Nelly's chain
You can't me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your 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'
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious
If you a make my gun go
Block a, block a, a, block a