Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh it's hot man
Meek Millys coming

Hundred for the Im not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, thats a carpool
Spitting all this hot shit, every single bar
Diamonds in the rollie face, cartoon
Call me Meek Milly I don't play that
Got me on my nappy braids before the clique
in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak shit
And all I is Balmain like I made that shit
been, front row fashion week
Looking I'm in the show
in the foreign leather, softer than a dinner roll
Make a movie on bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was
We laughing like she a ho
up those benzos
Me yo bitch in the zone
She told you I was friendzoned,
I'm in the
Touchdown a 2 point conversion
Give her that long
She busting like the long
Uber to send bitch home nigga

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

The turned your bitch into a gold digger
The money got me like the old Jigga
And even told me you a cold nigga
ain't believe me I was broke
But I showed niggas and I niggas
That I would dispose
Went to buy a of sneaks
at the rawest dealer
Brand new tag
never made me mad
You get at your baby
I'm flyer than her dad
at my neck
What that Hundred-eighty cash
at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey Dash
We was selling rock before Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly your lil' dream chasin' ass?
We don't bitches, we chase money and that [D'ussé]
Cause when you get money, the do whatever you say
Riding in a drop head, Phantom with the
And if you're just hearing this, then it's too late

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

Meek
Milly
Get smacked
to Philly
Come see it and direct
You it, God dammit