Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Illi

Wayne)
money! (ya dig)
Yeah!

Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, than Nigerian hair,
My criteria to your career just isnt fair,
Ima venereal disease like a bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the of the tablet 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 power of dat cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you stop em,
I go by them rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You cant man em you mop em,
You cant man em you drop 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,
Think you pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could put a brake on,
An I break on anything a take on,
Feel the napalm my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. Where the gone, get the base blown,
Let the on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any guineas wit em than a mini and remind im..
Illie and its all off G and a P..G walk by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big on a jeep..
She by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to prove me the rest,
confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha

[these lyrics unconfirmed in album version but in mixtape version]
young
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nay nay, better
ok

a millionaire im a money millionaire
what chyall really it now
yall dont really do it
if hip hop is i am the embalming fluid
and I dont who it be, Im steppin to it
notice I say it cuz to me, it aint
get. it.
call me whacha trick?
call me on my
never answer when its
man I a shy chick
dont you hate a shy
I had a plate of shy and she aint shy no mo
she her name to my chick
hahaha, yea boy my girl
and she pops up in waynes world
totally you should
see their faces they see that
this can move
and its
hahaha, yea
and it go
right

Im a Im a
young money money fast money
slow money mo neva low money
what is that, who is that, I heard of it
I will take your picture and make a rest in shirt of it
tell those n***** to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now tell no one you heard of me
its like, the beat was screamin, me
and im a,
so I it

and you n***** is what i eatin ill sure of it
and he who believe me Ill make dessert of him
sherbet him, I
on him, or her
Carter, of
this rap thang, this is my
gon a lap man weezy babys nursery
now gon take a nap man, its nap
Ill holla at you at snack 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
knew dat
true dat
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 rather be flowers,
than to be in the sharing showers
see Tony told us world was ours
and the Bible told us every was sour
dont play in the garden and dont smell her
me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls Im Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani she couldnt doubt me

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