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

I'm ducked Negro, uh
Get every bay Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle and the E
I'm in the range, no matter where 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 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 nigga
Know this before this, 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 I drop when I'm coppin' new clothes
Bop in the hop but don't stop to use

He's that new dude 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 leaving niggas at one choice
So run when you hear that gun 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 wheels and a good gold in the front
a, block a, block a, block a
Gotta made for big clothes
Gotta do more then me to lunch

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

They call me H period Bonnie
I ride in the seven series with
I make another one of homies
And I'm dead serious
I'm the one, like the Jet Li
The private jet sick
The motors on the jet quick
The clips in the sets be

And I done slipped more in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one Penny Hardaway's number
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 hard to get a Father's Day from ya
I'm the one like the 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 just to the traffic hop in a helly main

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