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 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 that fucka, lay flat

I'm ducked Negro, uh
Get every bay from to Montigo
say I got the lifestyle 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 that
that know me
Knows I'm here to get that money

Hey now get that money, keep them rims
24 shoes on my hummer and fittin' 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 nigga
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 when I'm coppin' new clothes
Bop in the hop but don't stop to use

that new dude that include
Makin' sure silencers on the gat is
an it don't even matter mood
And a you, pay me attitude
I'm that boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying you get that from boy
I'm leaving niggas at one choice
So run you hear that gun noise blat

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

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

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

And I done slipped shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's
That's why dudes say it's 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 celly
Bitch even put canary's up in your belly chain
And just to beat the 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, block a, a