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 like im Sheen
outfit inspired by the last fashion
takin my bitch to a brassery,
after i had the misses do my homework,
while i a J, then i bone her,
billion dreams i'm getting closer
politicing with my jewish friends keep it
Went poverty, to buyin property,
To having b*tches ridin on top of me,
Now the fake rap niggaz is a mockery,
of the culture we've built worst a robbery,
Critically acclaimed, 3 name,
Cleaner than 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
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 for a life time,
you can hear the through the mic line,
speakin from the heart dear
Slumdog outta the kennel,
to my suite, but the label wont pay for my dental,
On the road to riches, Came a way from a demo,
still sleepin on me, see the drool stay on pillow
Somebody betta wake em, em where i came from,
pop's wasnt there, nigga caged up,
i was playin toss the neighbors, so if you see em,
tell em i dont 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, wasn't there
Raised by the streets middle in the air,
I'm a billionaire, a billionaire.
Back 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
it down with the coca leaves
shout out to hating niggas swear that they be knowin me
got my lawyer up so i keep the semi close got the dope music
here goes a daily
fish grease fish scale all
fake niggas throwin salt ...real showin love
to have the team lookin like they hit the lotto
back to back maseratis and them kawasakies
... big bodies, rolling them big blunts, the escalade resemblin a truck
a pound of the sticky what I call the planes
these fag*ot better go and get they paper straight
im still heavy in the trap the substance
my shoes and together nigga thats a months rent (cash)
and even when i try to go
there's no way i can the profile low