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 power, like 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 fucka, lay flat sucka

I'm ducked Negro, uh
Get every bay from Tampa to
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 money yeah

Hey now get that money, keep them spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin'
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 just lay down nigga
Know this before this, trey pound
Spit game, get dames to lay 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 don't stop to use

He's that new dude include
sure silencers on the gat is screwed
With an it don't even mood
And a fuck you, pay me
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 you hear that gun noise blat

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

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

They 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 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 hard to my broad away from ya
Once bitch, get the God two way number
It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day ya
I'm the one like the piece on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of celly range
Bitch I'll even put up in your belly chain
And to beat the traffic hop in a helly main

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