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 nucca, act rucka 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 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
that know me
Knows I'm to get that money yeah

Hey now get that money, them rims spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and 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 this before this, trey pound
game, get dames to lay down low
I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the 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 new dude that include
Makin' sure on the gat is screwed
With an it don't even mood
And a fuck you, pay me
I'm that young boy, that boy
That'll have em saying where you get that boy
I'm leaving niggas 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 dvds and TVs but I like shoes on my
Block a, 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
Gotta do more treat me to lunch

Hey now get money, keep them rims spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and fittin' tight
and Missy, sickalicious right
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 one of America's homies
And I'm dead mommy
I'm the one, the Jet Li flick
The private jet sick
The motors on the jet quick
The in the sets be thick

And I done slipped more in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's
That's why say it's hard to keep my broad away from 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 on Nelly's chain
You reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly
And to beat the traffic hop in a helly main

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