Luyện nghe bài hát WFTV Millionaire (Freestyle)

We all know what we're all here for and what's

Right on, and what's the key to

Money,
And that's why we're here
To make

Money, money,
Yes, y'all, money, money,
ticket, one meal, ya dig?

Uh, one million
Who can do it liver me?
Big Dogg, Mr. MacGyver
Put seatbelts on, I'm the driver
To you out in nor, neither or neither
Spit shit, wet saliva
Dubs to the nubs, yep, I'm a
And for the dead, I'm a
Fast-forward just to ya
Oh, you of forgot, must I remind ya?
Plush, gold rush, a four-niner
CD, cut set, a
ya neck back, back to your spine, uh
This is not a test, the final
Just the exam, so that I
Who's down with the G
Big "S" on chest
And, yes, he the
Kush, no cess, bush, new set
Rhymes loaded, exploded
Shit's so funky, corroded
I it, Broadus wrote it
Quote it, it
Put it in a note, reads, "Dope"
Doctor's
Middle fingers up 'cause we don't a fuck
One down and we still on the come-up
West Fest T.V., and Tuesday
All of can see me
heat, too hot
Shit we do, this is a preview
I GGN you, shall I continue the menu?
It's all green, to the home team
No hooks, straight
And says, "Hey, dude, Saul back"
Nevermind, mind
I reinvented myself times
Goin' on eight, wait,
Open the and let the dogs out
Smokin' KK in the
out, go to bed
And this shit was off the motherfuckin' head
I'm a gladiator,
Blowin' with the purple
violets and daffodils
Real pimp, bitch, with the mack
off, I'm through with it
Really ain't nothin' to do with it
I want to thank y'all the bottoms up
some, and put your bottles up
West T.V., yeah
Ha ha, big Snoop and we out this bitch (Whatchu smokin' on?)
Oh man, a high