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
my ring finger with the E T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka certified nucca
Semi-auto, gat
Take that fucka, lay sucka

I'm Negro, uh amigo
Get every bay 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 that
Anybody know me
Knows I'm here to get that yeah

Hey now get that money, them rims spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and they 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 just lay down nigga
Know this before this, pound blow
Spit game, get dames to lay low
I'm da cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is too low
I shop till I drop when I'm coppin' new
Bop in the hop but don't to use hoes

that new dude that include
Makin' sure 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 you get that from boy
I'm still leaving at one choice
So run when you hear that gun blat

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

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

call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in the 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 private jet sick
The motors on the jet ski's
The clips in the be thick

And I slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away ya
Once your bitch, get the God two way
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day ya
I'm the one like the piece that's on chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in belly chain
And just to beat the hop in a helly main

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