Luyện nghe bài hát Neighborhood Superstar

Talking (Juvenile): Slim Million Dollar spot

Verse 1:

Wodie ask motherfuckers how the CMB play it
Tanqueray and Alize it, the llello and weigh it
735's I drive fits ta match, when I
Bitches ask, "Who the was that?"
Girl Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17 inch momos black magic on his
Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, phones
And concerts in the
Now I can pump my and play the Navigator
Sport tailor made outfits matchin alligators
Visa gold, account on swole
Got my million destiny under control
Millions a fantasy, reality
Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own
You business with me
Boss playa ya to be
I'ma million dollar nigga bithces run after me
I got a and crome Beretta
I got a 1997 compressor
And I can bet a - G's and my pockets won't hurt
set for life nigga puttin' in work

(Chorus) 2x
All of cars
superstar
Feared by many and by broads

2: Baby

Neighborhood
in these pretty cars
Uptown niggas like movie stars
Flyin' ta tennessee with lil jimmie
And transportin' coke back and to my city
Takin'
Be in Las over night
Chillin' Lo Jack
on cognac
Goin' to
Gamblin' the young ninos
Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C
Nigga I dope all my life
a hundred Gs into two million over night
I 'cause I'm rich
These hoes say I'm a stuntin'
Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint
But I'm a
Bitch you can keep gar
me the money and a brand new car
Livin' in eastover big balla parties
all the fuckin' female roovers
Ridin' in
hoes and bikinis
Me and Fresh tag
in convertible land roovers
Hoes be sweatin' 'cause of the full of golds
Nigga out of control

(Chorus) 2x

Verse 3: Fresh

I come TVs and VCRs in the cars
And I pack a big dick down in tha
I'm a neighborhood boy
steppa boy
Rolls Royce of my choice not a boy
G
in a hum v
Broads tellin' tellin' hoes come see
20 rims, on Yokahama slims
Check the neck for the and the gems
nobody got mo ends than me
Don't nobody a fuckin' benz like me
I got a house in and a ranch in texas
17 inches on a new lexus
Picture project hoes on marble floors
Kissin' one nigga from his head to his
Who you wanna be like manny or
How you gone shine dark or
'cause these be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition
When I I make'em stop look and listen
For tryin' ta follow tha big empala
Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry holla

verse 4: Lil

Now tell me kinda
Nigga got that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm 14 I'm a big tymer
I'm sittin' on crome all week
My golds low
on the flo
I'ma
Twenty dollar rolex
I got my name on a street up in city
And everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me
I'm feared by many loved by broads
I'm livin' marvelous I'ma (superstar)

(Chorus) 4x