Luyện nghe bài hát Year Two Thousand

(J. Forte, C. Kirschner, C. Webster)
Produced by Curtis and Concetta (BMI)
Bass: Concetta 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 deep impact in drawers because
This hootchie mommy's booty makes Trump look poor
Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future trick 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,
Marquee
up with your name in it
Maybe you need to shoot me into outer space 'cause I don't belong
Not in this not in this atmosphere
You can take your Palm air Range bitch Plastic tit politics
And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt
Fuck it I Don't need to party like it's 'cause by that time, the next day at 9:00
That be working for me bright 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