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

Superstar's year to make a million women and men scream and cry
through the
All up in 'em off like deep impact in your drawers because
This hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump look
Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict your future trick kicks
You will listen to this, buy this, 95 cents a minute
Admit it, you were on monkey bars you thought there'd be candy bars,
stars
Emblazoned up with your in it
Maybe you need to shoot me into outer space 'cause I belong here
Not in this place not in this
You can take your Palm air Rover bitch Plastic tit politics
And pay it in to the Corrupt Conglomerate
Fuck it I Don't need to like it's 1999 'cause by that time, the next day at 9:00
That be working for me bright and early
Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- 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 more dough
Marilyn 2 kids mansion