Luyện nghe bài hát Sickalicious

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

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

Hey now get that money, them rims spichey
24 shoes on my 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 lay down slow nigga
Know this before this, trey blow
game, get dames to lay down low
I'm da poppy cholo, the say the tops on the drops is too low
I shop till I drop I'm coppin' new clothes
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 don't matter mood
And a you, pay me attitude
I'm that young boy, slung boy
That'll have em saying where you get that boy
I'm still leaving niggas at one
So run when you hear gun noise blat

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

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

They call me William H Bonnie
I ride in the seven with Tommie's
I make another one of America's
And I'm dead mommy
I'm the one, the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski's
The motors on the jet ski's
The clips in the be thick

And I done more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny number
That's why say it's hard to keep my broad away from 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 the piece that's on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly
And to beat the traffic hop in a helly main

Hey now get that money, keep rims spichey
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