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

I'm Negro, uh amigo
Get every bay from to Montigo
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 that me
Knows I'm here to get that yeah

Hey now get that money, keep rims spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and they fittin'
and Missy, sickalicious right
If you a hater 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 blow
Spit game, get to lay down low
I'm da poppy cholo, the say the tops on the drops 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 new dude that include
Makin' sure on the gat is screwed
With an it don't matter mood
And a fuck you, pay me
I'm that young boy, that boy
have em saying where 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 come and talk that 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 and a good gold grill in the front
a, block a, block a, block a
Gotta closet for big clothes
do more then treat 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 make my gun go
a, block a, block a, block a

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

And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's
I'm the one Penny Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away 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 that's on Nelly's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in belly chain
And to beat the traffic hop in a helly main

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