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

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

I was gonna be a scientist with more
Marilyn Monroe 2 kids