Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh it's hot man
Millys coming daddy

Hundred for the Im not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, thats a carpool
Spitting all hot shit, every single bar cool
in the rollie face, animated cartoon
Call me Milly I don't play that shit
Got me on my nappy braids the Maybach clique
Riding in the of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I rock is like I made that shit
I've been, row fashion week
like I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, softer a dinner roll
a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was
We laughing like she a ho
Chopping up those
Me yo bitch in the zone
She you I was friendzoned, what?
I'm in the
Touchdown with a 2 point
Give her dick long
She like the clip long
to send your bitch home nigga

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever
Feeling sick I fever bitch
In these philly streets is
Police respecting the youth and
The ain't respecting the truth and
The 9 on me in the booth and
All I is that real shit the truth and

The money turned your bitch into a gold
The money got me like the old Jigga
And even told me you a cold nigga
They believe me I was broke
But I showed niggas and I niggas
That I would dispose
Went to buy a pair of
Landed at the rawest
new paper tag
Haters made me mad
You get at your momma
I'm than her baby dad
Looking at my
that cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey
We was selling before Kareem Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin'
We don't chase bitches, we money and that [D'ussé]
when you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom the toupe
And if you're hearing this, then it's probably too late

I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In these philly streets is
ain't respecting the youth and
The youth respecting the truth and
The Glock 9 on me in the and
All I talk is that real the truth and

Milly
Mack
Get smacked
Come to
see it live and direct
You know it, God