Luyện nghe bài hát SICKO MODE (Skrillex Remix)

Sun is down, freezing
That's how we already know winter's
My dawg would probably doing it for a Louis
That's all he know he don't know nothing else
I tried to show him,
I tried to him, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah,
Goin' on you the pick and roll
Young LaFlame 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, that's Nike boys, hop in our
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 town to the news
Two-four all on lockdown, we make no
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up with the crew
I just in Chase B mixes pop like Jamba juice
Different colored chains, see my really selling fruits
And they joking, man, know the wish it was a noose

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

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

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

(Yeah)

Yeah,
Tay Keith, these niggas up
Ay, ay

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

Slept through the 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)
Made a right (yeah), cut the (yeah)
Pay the (yeah)

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

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

Yeah, the dozen celly
He text ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said "keep on lock"
I said "you know shit 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)
by the book (yeah), this how it look (yeah)
Bout a check, check the foot
to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah