Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh hot outside man
Millys coming daddy

Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you to
Drive by wet you up, thats a carpool
Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar
Diamonds in the rollie face, animated
Call me Milly I don't play that shit
Got me on my braids before the Maybach clique
Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak
And all I rock is Balmain I made that shit
I've been, front row week
like I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, than a dinner roll
Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a
You she was innocent
We like 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 conversion
her that dick long
She busting the clip long
Uber to send bitch home nigga

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

The money turned your bitch into a gold
The got me feeling like the old Jigga
And even told me you a cold nigga
They believe me I was broke
But I niggas and I told niggas
I would dispose niggas
Went to buy a of sneaks
at the rawest dealer
Brand new tag
Haters made me mad
You get at your baby
I'm flyer than her dad
Looking at my
What cost? Hundred-eighty cash
at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash
We was selling rock Kareem Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin'
We don't chase bitches, we chase money and [D'ussé]
Cause when you get money, the hoes do 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 fever
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In these philly streets is
ain't respecting the youth and
The ain't respecting the truth and
The 9 on me in the coupe and
All I talk is that shit the truth and

Meek
Milly
Get silly
to Philly
Come see it live and
You know it, God