Luyện nghe bài hát SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix)

Sun is down, cold
That's how we already know winter's
My dawg would probably doing it for a belt
just all he know he don't know nothing else
I tried to him, yeah
I tried to him, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah,
Goin' on you with the pick and
LaFlame yeah he's in sicko mode

Made this with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me
Yeah, Jump Out boys, Nike boys, hop in our coupes
shit way too big,
when we pull up me the loot (give me the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to
Had to hit my old to duck the news
Two-four all on lockdown, we make no
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the
I just landed in Chase B mixes pop like juice
Different colored chains, see my jeweler really selling
And they joking, man, know the wish it was a noose

said
To win the retreat, we all in too
Playing for keeps, play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too
Playing for keeps, don't us for weak

This shit way too formal, know I don't follow suit
Stacy Dash, most these of ain't got a clue
All of these I made off records I produced
I might all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the
Bout to this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you too"
In the 305,
bitches treat me like I'm Luke (don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's a roof
She "where we going?"
I said "the moon", we ain't even make it to the
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the
Now I got her open, it's the Goose
Who put shit together, I'm the glue
(Someone said)
Shorty FaceTime me out the

(Someone said) player,
for keeps, (someone said, motherfucker)
(Someone said)
don't play us for

(Yeah)

Yeah,
Tay Keith, fuck these up
Ay, ay

in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit that epi O duffles in my hand
I did half a Xan, thirteen til I land
Had me out like a ehh
Like a light ehh, a light ehh

through the flight eh
Not for the eh
seven, man
This shit got bedroom, man
I got scores to settle, man
I crept down the (down the block)
a right (yeah), cut the lights (yeah)
Pay the (yeah)

think it's sweet, it's on sight (yeah), nothing nice (yeah)
Baguettes in my ice, Christ (yeah)
over stripes (yeah),
that's what I like (yeah), that's what we (yeah)
my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots I took, wet like I'm Book
Wet I'm Lizzy, I be spending finally
Circle blocks 'til I'm (yeah, what)
where is he, no one seen him (yeah, what)
I'm tryna 'em (yeah)

in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bust it to the
Now I hit that epi-o with duffles in my (whoo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I
Had me out like a
Like a light, like a light, like a
Like a light, a light, like a light

Yeah, pass the dozen
He sending text sendin' kites, yeah
He said "keep on lock"
I said "you know this is tight", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm rebute (it's lit!)
to Jamba juice, yeah (skrr, skrr)
We on the road, they jumping off, no parachute, yeah

in the back,
she said she on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the (yeah), this how it look (yeah)
Bout a check, check the foot
Passes to my daughter, show her what it took (yeah)
mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah