Luyện nghe bài hát Year Two Thousand

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

Princess Superstar's to make a million women and men scream and cry
through the
All up in 'em off like deep impact in your drawers because
hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump look poor
Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future super kicks
You listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a damn minute
Admit it, when you were on monkey bars you thought there'd be bars,
Marquee
Emblazoned up your name in it
Maybe you to shoot me into outer space 'cause I don't belong here
Not in this not in this atmosphere
You can take your Palm air Range Rover Plastic tit politics
And pay it in to the Corrupt Conglomerate
Fuck it I Don't need to party 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, taxes for me-- suckin dick for me

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

I was gonna be a scientist with dough
Marilyn 2 kids mansion