Luyện nghe bài hát Sickalicious

Uh, huh, oh
Yeah, uh uh
Uh uh yeah, uh uh

They me G H E T T O
star power, like B E T shows
I'm usually up in the G T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E T
I'm that nucca, act certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat
that fucka, lay flat sucka

I'm Negro, uh amigo
Get every bay Tampa to Montigo
say I got the lifestyle and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no where he go
I'm homie, gat on me
I'm the kid, not that
Anybody that me
Knows I'm here to get that money

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

They me F A B O L O
U S, you just lay down slow
Know before this, trey pound blow
Spit game, get dames to lay low
I'm da poppy cholo, the say the tops on the drops is too low
I till I drop when I'm coppin' new clothes
Bop in the hop but don't to use hoes

He's that new dude that
Makin' silencers on the gat is screwed
With an it even matter mood
And a fuck you, pay me
I'm that boy, that slung 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 blat

You say you rich, then come and talk that 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 and a good gold grill in the front
Block a, block a, block a, a
Gotta closet 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
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious
If you a hater my gun go
Block a, a, block a, block a

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

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

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