Luyện nghe bài hát Slumdog Billionaire

Dearly Beloved, We are gathered tonight,
In celebration of a new day, A new
A new
Yeah, trick or treat, mask on its
the clouds so im drinkin 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, i bone her,
billion dollar i'm getting closer
politicing with my jewish keep it kosher
from poverty, to buyin property,
To having R-N-B b*tches on top of me,
Now the fake rap niggaz is a mockery,
of the culture we've built than a robbery,
Critically acclaimed, 3 name,
Cleaner than mineral water in a vein,
Married to the game, dress her in Wang?,
Shake to the casket.

Mom's had to struggle, pap's there
Raised by the streets 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 black sipping wine
we've waiting for this night for a life time,
you can hear the through the mic line,
speakin the heart dear valentine
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 sleepin on me, see the drool on your pillow
Somebody betta wake em, tell em i came from,
pop's there, nigga stay caged up,
i was toss with the neighbors, so if you see em,
tell em i needa favor, im good, (good)
Smokin on that good, swisher no backwood,
show money, no pay stubs,
I dont give a fuck in this bitch, shrug

Mom's had to struggle, pap's there
by the streets 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 coca
shout out to these hating swear that they be knowin me
got my lawyer money up so i the semi close got the dope music
here goes a dose
fish grease scale all above
fake niggas throwin salt ...real showin love
about to have the team lookin like they hit the
back to them maseratis and them kawasakies
... big bodies, rolling them big blunts, the escalade resemblin a Brinks
a pound of the sticky I call the paper planes
fag*ot niggaz better go and get they paper straight
im still heavy in the trap the substance
my shoes and belt together nigga thats a rent (cash)
and even i try to pass go
no way i can keep the profile low