Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh it's hot man
Millys coming daddy

Hundred for the Im not who you talk to
by wet you up, nigga thats a carpool
Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar
Diamonds in the rollie face, animated
me Meek Milly I don't play that shit
Got me on my nappy braids before the clique
in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is Balmain like I made that
I've been, front row fashion
like I'm in the show
Sitting in the leather, softer than a dinner roll
Make a on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was
We laughing she been a ho
up those benzos
Me yo bitch in the friend
She you I was friendzoned, what?
I'm in the
Touchdown with a 2 point
Give her dick long
She busting the clip long
Uber to send your bitch nigga

I got a bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I fever bitch
In philly streets situations is
Police ain't respecting the and
The youth ain't respecting the and
The 9 on me in the booth 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 showed niggas and I told
That I would niggas
Went to buy a pair of
at the rawest dealer
Brand new tag
never made me mad
You get at baby momma
I'm flyer than her dad
Looking at my
What that cost? cash
Looking at my bitch, she me of a Stacey Dash
We was selling rock Kareem Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly your lil' dream chasin' ass?
We don't chase bitches, we chase and that [D'ussé]
Cause when you get money, the do whatever you say
in a drop head, Phantom with the toupe
And if you're hearing this, then it's probably too late

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a bitch
Feeling sick I gotta bitch
In these streets situations is
Police ain't respecting the and
The youth ain't 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 and direct
You it, God dammit