Luyện nghe bài hát Trillionaire

[Chorus -
I know hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man
I'm too homie, I don't give a damn
I'm a made trillionaire
I'm a self made
the underground to the top
I came from the
niggas don't stop
Let 'em harder
Self made
I'm a made trillionaire

1 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get shit crackilatin'
No more
They they told me Bun hesitate
Don't keep these bastards
I'm puttin' egos and
I'm so
People stop dance
Say damn niggas fascinatin'
We dro up in the air
You it?
That's the
I got the focus, got the
And I got the
You hatin' get off my dick
like you want some gay shit
I'm tryina' this to the mountain top

But a rocky road
And I'm movin' up and make no movin' us
So keep that get your movie bra
You be new to me
But you know I new to you
Go ask the boy
They say totally tubula
Fuckin' bad bitches rub my dick against uvula
Everytime I hit the
It's a fuckin' movie bra
You know I do to ya
Say you gave the studio
They gon' you chopped up
Like they was DJ ya

2 - Bun B]
Ok, let's get shit poppin' off
the go know I'm a boss
I don't wit' lames
And do my dirt wit' out a loss
I keeps it pimpin', hoes come in and out the loft
When you get fettuccini you gon' need sauce
I my Gucci on my baby likes alotta Prada
She goin' shoppin' she drops
She knows den gotta
But she not shotgun in the
Oh no I got a
He keep that shotgun in the slab and roll out natta
He keeps his wide open, he's a hata spotta
And when they roll up on me wrong, then he's a droppa
And he don't around wit' niggas tryna play the poppa
He keep it nigga he gon' go and straight a choppa
I don't roll wit' fake people and I neva will
I represents the G-code I see the steel
make me have to draw down wit' that red appeal
Then you undastand that Bun B is foreva trill

3 - Bun B (T-Pain)]
(Ohh, do you to keep it gangsta?)
than a mothafucka, trill until I D I E
Fuck otha suckas
(What's message to them fake thugs?)
They throwin' and hidin' hands
It don't really matta this the dirty we ridin' man
(How long you up on that trill shit?)
Since the day made me
And from a baby until the day they neva me
(Waa, throw ya up)
From P.A.T. to yo' town, ain't no need to slow
Baby boy it's about to go