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

I'm ducked Negro, uh
Get every bay from Tampa to
They say I got the lifestyle and the E
I'm in the blow range, no matter 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 money, keep them rims spichey
24 on my hummer and they fittin' tight
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious
If you a hater my gun go
Blocka, blocka, blocka,

call me F A B O L O
U S, you just lay slow nigga
this before this, trey pound blow
Spit game, get to lay down low
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the is too low
I shop I drop when I'm coppin' new clothes
Bop in the hop but stop to use hoes

He's new dude that include
sure silencers on the gat is screwed
With an it even matter mood
And a you, pay me attitude
I'm that young boy, that 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 noise

You say you rich, then and talk that shit to me
Block a, a, block a, block a
Buy dvds 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
Block a, block a, a, block a
Gotta closet 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 tight
Fabulous and Missy, right
If you a hater my gun go
Block a, a, block a, block a

call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in the seven with Tommie's
I another one of America's homies
And I'm dead serious
I'm the one, the Jet Li flick
The jet ski's sick
The on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the sets be

And I done more 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
Once bitch, get the God two way number
It'll be to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one like the piece that's on Nelly's
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly
And just to beat the traffic hop in a main

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