Luyện nghe bài hát Year Two Thousand

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

Princess Superstar's to make a million women and men scream and cry
through the
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 future trick super kicks
You will listen to this, buy this, 95 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 'cause I belong here
Not in this not in this atmosphere
You can take your air Range Rover bitch Plastic tit politics
And pay it in ducats to the Corrupt
Fuck it I Don't need to like it's 1999 'cause by that time, the next day at 9:00
That kid'll be for me bright and early
for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me

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

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