Luyện nghe bài hát Millionaire

Damn I got platinum on both of my wrists and my
and my album platinum too
Man you know I'm a
All these other rappers, look.. *NEW MONEYYYYYYY*

I'm of it, niggaz illliterate
and I need me seven zeroes or somethin
I done shot at niggaz, and I shot at
I done had a whole lotta old folks me stop that
I'm sorry but them Lexus trucks, I gotta cop
be even mo' sweeter, if I could drop that
You see all of Crystal bottles, I pop that
and I'm to go and find me a new mall to shop at

[B.G.]
I'm out the heart of the
Niggaz to bust heads and look good
Ride on 20's TV's leather interior and wood
Rolexes, at least 10 G's on a
up at the club in two Caddy truck stretches
My click boss nigga, try to follow us get nigga
We'll buy a whole no matter the cost nigga
My long, my dick long, I'm off the chain
B.G. got it goin on respect the

B.G. (repeat 2X)

Me and my dogs we ball, just like we live we
Get in our path of and your head get bust

Nigga I like an old man, but I'ma young man
with bout three million worth of cars in my name
to East ?? bought the whole block man
Got these white folks up by the mouth man
E'ry type 2000, me and got 'em
V8 350 Camaro, got 'em
Bought a million dolla Rolex, a doubtin
Cartier watch for three-hundred and thousand
A hundered-thousand dollar grill and a smilin
platinum ink pens for four thousand
Bought a hundred-thousand Benz and I'm with it
Changin from the in and the out in it

Fresh]
How you figure you the nigga, to shut it
What you mad Jag cause I let it down?
You who I am, God damn
You ain't skinniess on yo' then look here nigga scram
Now what in the wide wide world of ballin is
Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome bitch
Who made that car? I never seen that on the
We were in the Vibe magazine, got thirty-two gold teeth

[Lil'
Now, now, now, now
I'ma stun'na, reppa, ride around in hummers
with a dozen, heffers, dollar Roley
with a crusted, bezel, niggaz can't compete us
We on another, level, us scratch off in the Viper
with the windows, tinted, automatic start VCR's
and TV's, in it, I go out my pocket
Never penny, pinchin, why I'm dippin my Expedition
with plenty, women, and wit it, wit it
Not to mention, bout my Ninja, with the
What about my wit yo wife in the kitchen
See I gets of attention I'm the youngest, Tymer
Plus I step into the wit them humongous, diamonds
See know I'm Lil' Wayne soilder
up in the 4 dot 6 Range Rover
Baby had me think I got a hangover
Weezy Weez nigga, Hot Boys, game

2X

Nigga, it's Cash Millionaires
Fuck us nigga, your head get bust
We step in the light, and it and it be
bling, bling, bling bling
What? My B.Geezy
My nigga, B.eatrice
Huh, my nigga Mannie Fresh,
My Lil' Weezy, alright then, uh-huh
My nigga Ju-vey, motherfuckin Hot Boy
Nigga, Cash Money takin over bitch
and we ain't go yet..
{*unintelligible over DJ and beat here on out*}