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 power, like B E T shows
I'm pullin' 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
that fucka, lay flat sucka

I'm Negro, uh amigo
Get every bay Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the 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 phony
Anybody that me
I'm here to get that money yeah

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

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

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

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

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

They me William H period Bonnie
I in the seven series with Tommie's
I make another one of homies
And I'm serious 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 be thick

And I done slipped more shots in Gretzky's stick
I'm the one Penny Hardaway's number
why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from 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 the piece 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 your belly
And just to the traffic hop in a helly main

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