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
Above the clouds so im drinkin im Charlie Sheen
outfit by the last fashion week
Contemplatin my bitch to a brassery,
after i had the misses do my homework,
while i a J, then i bone her,
billion dollar i'm getting closer
politicing with my jewish friends keep it
Went from poverty, to property,
To having R-N-B ridin on top of me,
Now the fake rap niggaz is a mockery,
of the culture built worst than a robbery,
acclaimed, 3 syllable name,
Cleaner than mineral in a criminal vein,
Married to the game, her in Vera Wang?,
down to the casket.

Mom's had to struggle, pap's there
by the streets middle finger in the air,
I'm a billionaire, a billionaire.
Back the dead, strap no fear
east to the west, say my and i appear,
i'm a billionaire, a billionaire,
a billionaire.
all sipping white wine
we've been waiting for this night for a time,
you can the pain through the mic line,
speakin from the heart dear
Slumdog fresh the kennel,
to my suite, but the label wont pay for my dental,
On the road to riches, a long way from 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 playin toss the neighbors, so if you see em,
tell em i needa favor, im good, (good)
Smokin on that good, sweet no backwood,
show money, no pay stubs,
I dont give a fuck in this bitch, shrug

Mom's had to struggle, wasn't there
Raised by the streets middle in the air,
I'm a billionaire, a billionaire.
Back from the dead, no fed,
to the west, say my name and i appear,
i'm a billionaire, a billionaire,
a billionaire.
Ask around the
it down with the coca leaves
shout out to these hating niggas swear that they be me
got my lawyer money up so i keep the semi close got the dope
here goes a daily
fish grease fish all above
niggas throwin salt ...real niggas showin love
about to the team lookin like they hit the lotto
back to back them and them kawasakies
... big bodies, rolling big blunts, the escalade resemblin a Brinks truck
a pound of the sticky what I call the planes
these fag*ot niggaz go and get they paper straight
im still heavy in the trap with the
my shoes and belt together nigga thats a rent (cash)
and when i try to pass go
no way i can keep the profile low