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

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

Hey now get that money, keep them rims
24 shoes on my hummer and they tight
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious
If you a make my gun go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,

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

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

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

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

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

And I done slipped more shots in then stick
I'm the one like Hardaway's number
That's why say it's hard to keep 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 reach me, I'm out of your celly
Bitch even put canary's up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic hop in a helly

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