Luyện nghe bài hát A Milli (Album Version)

Young
Ya dig
I'm goin' in

I'm a Millionaire,
I'm a Young Money Millionaire, than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career isn't fair,
I'm a venereal like a menstrual bleed
Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the in my mind,
I don't write shit cause I ain't got time,
Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the dollar,
And the almighty of that cha cha cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, motherfuck a copper,
Got the Maserati dancin' on the pussy poppin',
Tell the coppers, ha ha ha ha you catch' em, you can't stop 'em,
I go by them rules
If you can't 'em then you pop 'em,
You man em then you mop 'em,
You can't stand em you drop em,
You pop em cause we pop em like Orville

I'm ill

A million a million there
Sicilian bitch long hair with coconut derrière
Like smokin' the air I open the Lamborghini
Hopin' them see me like look at dat bastard Weezy
He's a beast a dog he's a muthfukin' problem
OK you're a goon but what's a (to a goblin)
Nothin' you ain't scarin' nothin'
On some fagot bullshit call 'em Rodman
Call me what you want bitch call me on my
Never answer when it's damn I hate a shy Bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch yea I ate a shy
She ain't shy no more she changed her to my bitch
Yea nigga that's my
So when she ask for the money you through don't be surprised bitch
It ain't if you got it
But you like a bitch no ass you ain't got shit
Motherfucker I'm ill not
And I'm OK but my sick
Yea my sick
Yea my glock
And my knot
I'm it

I'm ill,
see

They say I'm like BIG, Jay, and 2pac
Andre 3000 is Eryka Badu at
Who
Who that said they goin' beat Lil
My name ain't Bic but I keep flame man
Who one that do that boy ya knew that true the Swallow
And I be the shit now you got bowels
I O U like two vowels
But I would for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be flowers
to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this was ours
And the bible us every girl was sour
play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn
Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike
Even Gwen said she couldn't doubt me
I say life ain't shit without me
Chrome lips out the coupe look like it's poutin'
I do I do and you do what you can do about it
Bitch I can turn a rock into a mountain
me
Don't you compare me cause ain't nobody near me
They don't see but hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me I'm

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