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 the E T glow
I'm nucca, act rucka certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat
Take fucka, lay flat 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 range, no matter where he go
I'm homie, gat on me
I'm the kid, not that
Anybody know me
Knows I'm to get that money yeah

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

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

that new dude that include
Makin' sure on the gat is screwed
an it don't even matter mood
And a you, pay me attitude
I'm that boy, that slung boy
have em saying where you get that from boy
I'm still niggas at one choice
So run when you that gun noise blat

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

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

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

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 hard to keep my broad 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 the piece 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 chain
And just to the traffic hop in a helly main

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