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 that nucca, act certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat
Take fucka, lay flat sucka

I'm ducked Negro, uh
Get bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter he go
I'm homie, gat on me
I'm the kid, not phony
Anybody that me
Knows I'm here to get that money

Hey now get that money, 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,

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

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

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

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

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

And I done slipped shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny number
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 Day from ya
I'm the one like the piece that's on Nelly's
You reach me, I'm out of your celly 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 that money, keep them rims
24 shoes on my hummer and they tight
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious
If you a hater my gun go
Block a, block a, a, block a