Luyện nghe bài hát Year Two Thousand

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

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

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

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