Luyện nghe bài hát SICKO MODE

Sun is down, cold
That's how we know winter's here
My dawg probably doing it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know he don't know else
I tried to show him,
I to show him, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah,
Goin' on you with the and roll
Young LaFlame yeah in sicko mode

this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, Nike boys, hop in our coupes
This way too big,
we pull up give 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 no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the
I just landed in Chase B mixes pop Jamba juice
Different colored chains, see my jeweler selling fruits
And they joking, man, know the wish it was a noose

Someone
To win the retreat, we all in too
Playing for keeps, don't play us for (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 these of ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off 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
her "hop in, you coming too"
In the 305,
bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke (don't stop, pop pussy)
Had to slop the top off, just a roof
She "where we going?"
I "the moon", we ain't even make 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)
FaceTime me out the blue

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

(Yeah)

Yeah,
Tay Keith, these niggas up
Ay, ay

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

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

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

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

Yeah, pass the celly
He sending text ain't sendin' kites,
He "keep that on lock"
I "you know this shit is tight", yeah
absolute (yeah), I'm back rebute (it's lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba juice, (skrr, skrr)
We back on the road, they jumping off, no parachute,

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