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 usually pullin' up in the G T
my ring finger with the E T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka plat 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 that
Anybody that me
Knows I'm to get that money yeah

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

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

He's that new dude that
Makin' sure silencers on the gat is
With an it don't matter mood
And a fuck you, pay me
I'm that young boy, slung boy
That'll em saying where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving at one choice
So run when you hear that gun noise

You say you rich, come and talk that shit to me
Block a, a, block 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 grill in the front
Block a, block a, a, block a
closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to

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

They call me William H Bonnie
I ride in the seven series Tommie's
I make another one of homies
And I'm dead serious
I'm the one, the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski's
The on the jet ski's quick
The clips in the be thick

And I done slipped more shots in Gretzky's stick
I'm the one Penny 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 Father's Day from ya
I'm the one like the piece that's on chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly
And just to beat the traffic hop in a main

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