Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh it's hot man
Meek Millys coming

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

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

The money turned bitch into a gold digger
The money got me like the old Jigga
And Jigga even told me you a cold
They believe me I was broke
But I showed and I told niggas
That I would dispose
Went to buy a pair of
Landed at the rawest
Brand new tag
Haters never me mad
You get at your baby
I'm flyer than her dad
at my neck
What that cost? Hundred-eighty
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Dash
We was selling rock before Kareem Biggs, and Dash
Oh you you fly with your lil' dream chasin' ass?
We don't chase bitches, we chase and that [D'ussé]
Cause you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the
And if you're just this, then it's probably too late

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

Meek
Mack
Get silly
Come to
Come see it and direct
You know it, God