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

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

Hey now get that money, keep them rims
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 slow nigga
Know this before this, trey pound
Spit game, get to lay down 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 stop to use

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

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

Hey now get that money, keep rims spichey
24 shoes on my 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 Bonnie
I ride in the seven series Tommie's
I another one of America's homies
And I'm serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li
The private jet ski's
The on the jet ski's quick
The in the sets be thick

And I done slipped shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one like Hardaway's number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away ya
Once your bitch, get the God two way
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 range
I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
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 fittin'
Fabulous and Missy, sickalicious
If you a hater my gun go
Block a, block a, a, block a