Luyện nghe bài hát Year Two Thousand

(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster)
Produced by Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Bass: Concetta DrumsKeys: Curtis Curtis and

Superstar's year to make a million women and men scream and cry
through the
All up in 'em comin off like impact in your drawers because
This hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald look poor
Like Warwick I'll predict your future trick super kicks
You will listen to this, buy this, 95 a damn minute
Admit it, when you on monkey bars you thought there'd be candy bars,
stars
Emblazoned up with name in it
Maybe you need to me into outer space 'cause I don't belong here
Not in this place not in this
You can take your air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politics
And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt
Fuck it I Don't need to party like 1999 'cause by that time, the next day at 9:00
That kid'll be working for me bright and
for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me

What did you dream, did you dream you'd be?
Are you where you be?
2G, it off

I was be a scientist with more dough
Marilyn Monroe 2 mansion