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 finger with the E T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka certified plat
Semi-auto, gat
that fucka, lay flat sucka

I'm Negro, uh amigo
Get every bay from to Montigo
say I got the lifestyle and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter he go
I'm homie, gat on me
I'm the kid, not phony
that know me
Knows I'm here to get that yeah

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

They me F A B O L O
U S, you just lay down nigga
Know this before this, trey pound
game, get dames to lay down low
I'm da cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is too low
I shop I drop when I'm coppin' new clothes
Bop in the hop but don't stop to use

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

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

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

They call me H period Bonnie
I ride in the seven with Tommie's
I make another one of America's
And I'm serious mommy
I'm the one, like the Jet Li
The private jet ski's
The motors on the jet quick
The clips in the be thick

And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's
I'm the one like Penny number
That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my away from 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 reach me, I'm out of your celly range
Bitch I'll even put up in your belly chain
And to beat the traffic hop in a helly main

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