Luyện nghe bài hát SICKO MODE

Sun is down, cold
That's how we already know winter's
My dawg would probably doing it for a Louis
That's just all he know he don't know nothing
I tried to him, yeah
I tried to him, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah,
Goin' on you with the and roll
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
This way too big,
when we up give me the loot (give me the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to
Had to hit my old town to the news
all on lockdown, we make no moves
Now 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in Chase B mixes pop Jamba juice
Different colored chains, see my jeweler really fruits
And they joking, man, the crackers 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

This way too formal, ya'll know I don't follow suit
Stacy Dash, these of girls ain't got a clue
All of these I made off records I produced
I might take all my and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I the booch
to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you 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 make it to the
She thought it was the ocean, it's the pool
Now I got her open, just 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 us for weak

(Yeah)

Yeah,
Tay Keith, fuck niggas up
Ay, ay

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

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

Niggas think it's sweet, on sight (yeah), nothing nice (yeah)
Baguettes in my ice, Christ (yeah)
over stripes (yeah),
that's 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 I took, wet like I'm Book
Wet like I'm Lizzy, I be spending
blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what)
Like where is he, no one him (yeah, what)
I'm clean '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 duffles in my hand (whoo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen til I land
Had me out a light
Like a light, like a light, a light
Like a light, a light, like a light

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

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