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 power, like B E T shows
I'm usually up in the G T slow
my ring finger with the E T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka certified nucca
Semi-auto, gat
Take that fucka, lay flat

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

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

They 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 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' silencers on the gat is screwed
With an it don't even mood
And a fuck you, pay me
I'm that boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying where you get that boy
I'm leaving niggas at one choice
So run when you hear gun noise blat

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

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

They me William H period Bonnie
I ride in the seven with Tommie's
I make one of America's homies
And I'm dead 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 slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's
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 Nelly's
You can't me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly
And just to beat the traffic hop in a main

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