Luyện nghe bài hát Millionaire

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

I'm of it, niggaz illliterate
and I need me seven zeroes or legitament
I done shot at niggaz, and I been 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 Crystal bottles, I pop that
and I'm bout to go and me a new mall to shop at

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

B.G. (repeat 2X)

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

Nigga I like an old man, but I'ma young man
with three million dollar 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
a million dolla Rolex, a nigga doubtin
Cartier for three-hundred and fifty thousand
A hundered-thousand dollar grill and a smilin
Matchin platinum ink pens for four
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 shut it
What you mad convertible Jag cause I let it
You who I am, God damn
You ain't skinniess on yo' 20's; then look here nigga
Now what in the wide world of ballin is that?
Some shit that come out in 2010, you lil' stuck bitch
Who made that car? I never seen on the streets
We were in the Vibe magazine, Baby got thirty-two teeth

[Lil'
Now, now, now, now
I'ma stun'na, reppa, around in different hummers
a dozen, heffers, fifty-thousand 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 with VCR's
and TV's, in it, I go out my pocket
penny, pinchin, that's why I'm dippin my Expedition
with plenty, women, and wit it, wit it
Not to mention, bout my Ninja, the extension
What about my wit yo wife in the kitchen
See I gets lots of I'm the youngest, Tymer
Plus I step into the wit them humongous, diamonds
See everybody I'm Lil' Wayne soilder
Pull up in the 4 dot 6 Range
Baby had me drinkin think I got a
Weezy nigga, Hot Boys, game over

2X

Nigga, Cash Money Millionaires
Fuck with us nigga, your head get
We step in the light, and it and it be
bling bling, bling, bling
My nigga B.Geezy
My nigga, B.eatrice
Huh, my Mannie Fresh, what?
My nigga Weezy, alright then, uh-huh
My Ju-vey, that motherfuckin Hot Boy
Nigga, Cash Money over this bitch
and we lettin go yet..
{*unintelligible DJ Clue and beat here on out*}