Luyện nghe bài hát Slumdog Billionaire

Dearly Beloved, We are here tonight,
In celebration of a new day, A new
A new
Yeah, trick or treat, on its halloween
Above the clouds so im like im Charlie Sheen
outfit inspired by the last fashion
Contemplatin takin my to a brassery,
after i had the misses do my homework,
while i smoked a J, then i her,
billion dollar i'm getting closer
politicing with my jewish friends keep it
Went poverty, to buyin property,
To having R-N-B b*tches on top of me,
Now the fake rap is makin a mockery,
of the culture we've built worst a robbery,
acclaimed, 3 syllable name,
Cleaner mineral water in a criminal vein,
to the game, dress her in Vera Wang?,
Shake to the casket.

Mom's had to struggle, pap's wasn't
Raised by the middle finger in the air,
I'm a billionaire, a billionaire.
Back from the dead, no fear
to the west, say my name and i appear,
i'm a billionaire, a billionaire,
a billionaire.
all sipping white wine
we've been waiting for night for a life time,
you can hear the pain the mic line,
speakin from the heart dear
fresh outta the kennel,
Headed to my suite, but the wont pay for my dental,
On the road to riches, Came a long way a demo,
still on me, see the drool stay on your pillow
Somebody betta wake em, em where i came from,
wasnt there, nigga stay caged up,
i was playin toss the neighbors, so if you see em,
em i dont needa favor, im good, (good)
Smokin on that good, swisher no backwood,
show money, no pay stubs,
I give a fuck in this bitch, kanye shrug

Mom's had to struggle, pap's there
Raised by the middle finger in the air,
I'm a billionaire, a billionaire.
from the dead, strap no fed,
east to the west, say my and i appear,
i'm a billionaire, a billionaire,
a billionaire.
Ask around the
broke it down with the leaves
out to these hating niggas swear that they be knowin me
got my lawyer money up so i the semi close got the dope music
goes a daily dose
fish grease scale all above
fake niggas throwin salt ...real niggas love
about to have the team lookin they hit the lotto
to back them maseratis and them kawasakies
... big bodies, rolling them big blunts, the escalade resemblin a Brinks
a pound of the what I call the paper planes
fag*ot niggaz better go and get they paper straight
im heavy in the trap with the substance
my shoes and belt together nigga a months rent (cash)
and even when i try to go
there's no way i can keep the low