Luyện nghe bài hát Sad Millionaire

Can I do my

*(Yukmouth)*

on it.

*(Brownstone)*

Oh, oh, ohhh.
Oh, oh, ohh, hey.

1 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
Niggaz be havin the mutha blues,
5-0-5's
I lie,
homicide,
will cry,
pray for me I won't die,
suicide,
I try,
fly,
drive-by,
let it slide, do or die,
you an I, by,
catch niggaz off my side,
wit nothin to body die rot,
on porch,
when I some sort of drive-by,
retaliation,
under I lace, MOBBulation,
lets breakin down the situation,
when, the end of our frustration,
so while we racin the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,
the is waitin to umm,
on yo vehicle,
run yo vehicle,
even if have to gun down yo vehicle,
nigga, up in high-speedaz,
they be the Rosco Bico train,
swervin in an lanes,
runnin O-H-A,
what they away,
eh, though, eh, way,
pistol,
every fucka wanna peep.

x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*

Millionaire!
Dreams of big play.
Ever seen a sad
I thought that make us happy.

2 *(Yukmouth)*

if I was a millionaire,
huh,
a playa on the block,
a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy couldn't stop,
hella happy,
'cause slangin all my rocks,
yo gats at me,
I know where uzis to yo knot,
fo wit the big shot,
I was juss droppin g bannos on the ground,
be down,
one of my shit, an get shot,
only the bitches jock,
get chosen,
shouts,
for bitches out who be voguin,
on the of poppa,
brand new dolla billz, an a choppa,
niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca,
who got the gonga,
'cause I be high like doctor,
on vodka,
eatin lobster, Frank Sinatra,
Smoke-A-Lot be the MOBBsta, who ya,
like Blanca,
come back in the end to haunt ya,
I twist a Benz like Big Poppa,
what's the big use,
go get yo an do what ya gots to be a,
playa.

x2

3 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh.
You niggaz juss a monsta,
fuck a type, I gonga,
in the Bahammas,
yo baby mama,
(whoo,wee!)
two wow, you wow,
man,
who wow "Bout it, it",
niggaz be they be the Ice Cream Man,
but I doubt it, it,
be rowdy,
hit the paper chasin it,
sky up out the ugly four day yo Cuttie like a ballot,
blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,
fresh drug rehabs,
spend two g's at function I be at,
that, BITCH!!
Ya is Smoke-A-Lot,
bitches by the throat-a-lot,
that's what ya the cops,
I the glock,
aim it an fire,
another nigga,
nameless,
is fo hire,
desire fire,
as I'm a tuck her,
we're so "potnaz", fuck 'em,
an dust em off wit a choppa, I can't 'em,
bust 'em,
too skinny I can't 'em,
an the mutha fuckaz got meal tickets you might have to love 'em,
an fo real.
Nigga.

x5

*(Yukmouth during chorus)*

Have all fuckin money, an still ain't happy. Nigga, still got
problems wit stress, mutha fuckaz juss think you got it made, try
to rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna you. Fuck
money, I wish I didn't have it, when I didn't have it it was all
good, niggaz loved me when I was juss brew an shit at the store.
Now ya got money wanna kill me, nigga, ya own relatives wanna
do you, skanless boy, this is Skrillion, make a million bucks.
Millionaire.