Luyện nghe bài hát Millionaire

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

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

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

B.G. (repeat 2X)

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

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

[Mannie
How you figure you the nigga, to it down?
What you mad Jag cause I let it down?
You know who I am, God
You ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then here nigga scram
Now what in the wide wide world of is that?
Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' chrome stuck
Who made that car? I never that on the streets
We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two gold

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

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 Mannie Fresh, what?
My nigga Lil' Weezy, then, uh-huh
My nigga Ju-vey, motherfuckin Hot Boy
Nigga, Cash Money takin this bitch
and we lettin go yet..
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