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 certified plat
Semi-auto, gat
Take that fucka, lay flat

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

Hey now get that money, keep them spichey
24 shoes on my hummer and fittin' tight
and Missy, sickalicious 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 this, trey pound blow
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' sure silencers on the gat is
an it don't even matter mood
And a you, pay me attitude
I'm that boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying you get that from boy
I'm still 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, block a, block a, a
Buy your dvds and TVs but I like shoes on my
a, block a, block a, block a
24-inch wheels and a good gold grill in the
a, block a, block a, block a
Gotta closet for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to

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

They call me William H Bonnie
I ride in the seven with Tommie's
I make one of America's homies
And I'm dead serious
I'm the one, like the Jet Li
The private jet ski's
The motors on the jet ski's
The in the sets 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 your bitch, get the God two way
It'll be hard to get a Happy Day from ya
I'm the one like the piece that's on Nelly's
You can't reach me, I'm out of your range
Bitch I'll even put canary's up in belly chain
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, sickalicious
If you a hater my gun go
Block a, block a, a, block a