Luyện nghe bài hát Year Two Thousand

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

Princess year to make a million women and men scream and cry
through the
All up in 'em comin off like deep impact in your because
This hootchie mommy's booty makes Donald Trump poor
Like Dionne Warwick I'll predict future trick super 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,
Marquee
up with your name in it
Maybe you to shoot me into outer space 'cause I don't belong here
Not in this place not in this
You can take Palm air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politics
And pay it in to the Corrupt Conglomerate
Fuck it I Don't to party like it's 1999 'cause by that time, the next day at 9:00
That kid'll be working for me bright and
Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin for me

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

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