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 lots of head like six
It just this I live by,
the road I grew up by,
And I see the game an umpire.
Mothafuck one time, and everything
I am the boss, I have a tell you about the gunline
I'm in the hog sometime, I'm in the Porsche
I drive that mothafucka like I'm beat a deadline.
Holla at the boy bitch, yes I'm the boy
I'm fly and boyfriend's an ostrich
How much you cost
See I will buy you and sell you back like an auction.
Okay? I am affiliated DJ Drama
And this Just track has just met Jeffery Dahmer
I am a bingo on the beat Carson Palmer
And them niggas couldn't see me panorama.
(Haha) soft as a can of flowers
You as a can of tuna
You fuckin' a piranha
The is no illusion
Paper as a tower
I'm paid hoe, I could your life all in a hour
I promise I see the city from my shower
I'm feeling a gun with a bag of gun powder
Pow pow
I'm than Mr. Childs
Fresh the bottom of the ant pile.
Weezy!

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
My is gangsta, my aim is money
The championship is but the game is ugly
They say the hungry, but these bitches is greedy
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 like a of new sneakers
Back to the at hand
Baby I'm a ass young black man
more rare than finding black sand
And, I just want some like a fucking cat scan
I just want some paper a fucking trash can
Life is a maze so it hanging Pac-Man?
I seem to amaze, as as advance
I'm so far ahead I save the last dance.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Get it straight panters I enhance,
M.O.B., I'm all my chips like Lance
I be with animals with tactics,
I swear I'm backed up New York traffic
You fucks, you're nothing but lunch ducks,
Big nuts hairs, swinging like
Hollygrove I'm it like insurance
I've been on the grind, you're just a tourist,
Flowers for the dead, say 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 with Few and he rolling up a forest
be compared, no I'm not a thesaurus
Can't be banned, I'm sorry Delourous
Fuck Wendy Williams, the bitch look a dude
Her body chewed and her hair looks glued
But let me get back to my
Eat the up and leave the mic barbecued
Why in 30 would you ever war with I
I'm just high thinking about the Carter 5
My straight, my momma good and my daughter's fine
Everyday I and thank the great Lord of mine
Weezy baby, you're at greatness
Gangsta Grillz, no