Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Illi

Wayne)
money! (ya dig)
Yeah!

Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just fair,
Ima disease like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the in my mind,
Cuz I dont write cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, go to the al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant em,
I go by them goon rules if you beat em then you pop em,
You cant man em you mop em,
You cant man em then you em,
You em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
Yeah!
Motherfucker I'm ill (Wayne I'm in)

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Im Millie in here wit Young Money Milli on aires,
you really pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanillis in here.. im a dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a you could never put a brake on,
An I break on anything a nigga on,
Feel the napalm my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, on the line,
Plentys in me, any guineas wit em bigger than a and remind im..
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Out, big feet on a jeep..
She by Weezy F, we be the best,
to death prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, me I left..Ha

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young
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nay nay, daddys
ok

a im a young money millionaire
chyall really want it now
yall dont really do it
if hip hop is dead i am the fluid
and I care who it be, Im steppin to it
notice I say it cuz to me, it shit
get. it.
call me whacha like
call me on my
answer when its private
man I a shy chick
dont you hate a shy
I had a plate of shy and she aint shy no mo
she changed her to my chick
hahaha, yea boy my girl
and she pops excellent up in world
totally you should
see their faces when they see
robot can move
and its
hahaha, yea
and it go
thats

Im a Im a
young money cash fast money
slow mo money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I never of it
I will take your and make a rest in peace shirt of it
tell those n***** beatin to make a rest in shirt of me cuz i
and now dont tell no one you heard of me
its like, the was screamin, murder me
and im a,
so I it

and you n***** is i eatin ill make sure of it
and he who dont believe me Ill make of him
sherbet him, I
on him, or her
Carter, of
rap thang, this is my race
gon take a lap man weezy babys
now gon a nap man, its nap time
Ill holla back at you at time

F. yea, ok
they say Im rappin like Big, Jay, and
3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat they gon beat Lil Wayne
my name aint bic, but I keep that
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall dat
dat swallow
and i be the
now you got loose
I dont owe you two vowels
but Id like for you to pay me by the

and Id be pushing flowers,
to be in the penn sharing showers
see told us this world was ours
and the told us every girl was sour
play in the garden and dont smell her flower
call me Mr. or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many like Im Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she doubt me

man, life, just aint life, me
hip hop aint hip hop, without me
young baby
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