Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh it's hot man
Meek coming daddy

Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you to
Drive by wet you up, nigga a carpool
Spitting all hot shit, every single bar cool
Diamonds in the face, animated cartoon
Call me Meek Milly I don't play that
Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach
in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain like I made that
been, front row fashion week
Looking I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner
Make a on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You she was innocent
We laughing like she a ho
Chopping up those
Me yo in the friend zone
She you I was friendzoned, what?
I'm in the
Touchdown a 2 point conversion
Give her that dick
She like the clip long
to send your bitch home nigga

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In these philly streets is
Police ain't the youth and
The youth respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the and
All I talk is that real the truth and

The money your bitch into a gold digger
The money got me feeling the old Jigga
And Jigga even me you a cold nigga
They ain't believe me I was
But I niggas and I told niggas
That I would dispose
to buy a pair of sneaks
Landed at the rawest
Brand new tag
Haters made me mad
You get at your momma
I'm flyer than her dad
at my neck
What cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Dash
We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, and Dash
Oh you think you fly your lil' dream chasin' ass?
We don't chase bitches, we money and that [D'ussé]
Cause when you get money, the hoes do you say
Riding in a drop head, with the toupe
And if you're hearing this, then it's probably too late

I got a fever bitch, hot I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In these philly streets is
Police ain't respecting the and
The youth respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the and
All I is that real shit the truth and

Milly
Mack
Get smacked
to Philly
Come see it live and
You it, God dammit