Luyện nghe bài hát Million Dollar Baby

(Chorus)
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say
One two, one two, and I say

(Verse 1)
Sick wit' it, six digits, big
Get of head like six midgets
It just this code I by,
the road I grew up by,
And I see the game an umpire.
Mothafuck one time, and combined
I am the boss, I have a nigga you about the gunline
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the redline
I drive that like I'm tryna beat a deadline.
at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy bitch
I'm fly and boyfriend's an ostrich
How much you bitch?
See I buy you and then sell you back like an auction.
Okay? I am with DJ Drama
And this Just Blaze track has just met Dahmer
I am a bingo on the beat Carson Palmer
And them niggas couldn't see me panorama.
(Haha) Niggas soft as a can of
You as a can of tuna
You fuckin' a piranha
The ballin' is no
tall as a tower
I'm paid hoe, I change your life all in a hour
I promise I see the skyline from my shower
I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun
Pow pow
I'm than Mr. Childs
Fresh from the of the ant pile.
Weezy!

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(Verse 2)
My grill is gangsta, my aim is
The championship is beautiful but the is ugly
They say feed the hungry, but these bitches is
But I'm gifted, I am simply strategic
It's come to my room, I make her like it's Egypt
And she leave out that room feelin' a paraplegic
My fuck is my capital feature
I stuff her ass up a pair of new sneakers
to the subject at hand
Baby I'm a ass young black man
Flow more rare than finding sand
And, I just want brain like a fucking cat scan
I want some paper like a fucking trash can
is a maze so how's it hanging Pac-Man?
I seem to amaze, as well as
I'm so far ahead I save the last dance.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Get it straight like I enhance,
M.O.B., I'm all about my like Lance
I be with animals with tactics,
I swear I'm backed up like New York
You fucks, you're nothing but lunch ducks,
Big hairs, swinging like nunchucks
Hollygrove I'm claiming it like
I've been on the grind, you're just a tourist,
for the dead, say hello to the florists
Fuck me wrong bet I rush it like Borris
Now they tryna it but I ain't Chuck Norris
I kick it Lil' Few and he rolling up a forest
Can't be compared, no I'm not a
be banned, I'm sorry Miss Delourous
Fuck Williams, the bitch look like a dude
Her look chewed and her hair looks glued
But let me get to my food
Eat the track up and leave the mic
Why in 30 lives you ever war with I
I'm just gettin' thinking about the Carter 5
My homies straight, my good and my daughter's fine
Everyday I pray and thank the Lord of mine
Weezy baby, you're at greatness
Gangsta Grillz, no