Luyện nghe bài hát Year Two Thousand

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

Princess Superstar's year to make a million and men scream and cry
the millennium
All up in 'em comin off like deep impact in drawers because
hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump 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 your in it
you need to shoot me into outer space 'cause I don't belong here
Not in this not in this atmosphere
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 it's 1999 'cause by that time, the next day at 9:00
That kid'll be working for me and early
Waxin for me, Filin taxes for suckin 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 with more
Marilyn Monroe 2 kids