Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh hot outside man
Millys coming daddy

Hundred for the walkthrough Im not who you to
Drive by wet you up, nigga thats a
Spitting all this hot shit, single bar cool
Diamonds in the face, animated cartoon
Call me Meek Milly I don't play shit
Got me on my nappy braids before the Maybach
Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat shit
And all I rock is Balmain I made that shit
I've been, row fashion week
Looking I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, than a dinner roll
Make a on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You she was innocent
We laughing like she a ho
Chopping up those
Me yo in the friend zone
She you I was friendzoned, what?
I'm in the
Touchdown a 2 point conversion
her that dick long
She busting the clip long
Uber to send your home nigga

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

The money turned bitch into a gold digger
The got me feeling like the old Jigga
And Jigga told me you a cold nigga
They believe me I was broke
But I niggas and I told niggas
That I dispose niggas
Went to buy a pair of
at the rawest dealer
Brand new tag
Haters made me mad
You get at baby momma
I'm flyer 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 ass?
We chase bitches, we chase money and that [D'ussé]
Cause when you get money, the hoes do you say
in a drop head, Phantom with the toupe
And if you're just hearing this, then probably too late

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

Meek
Milly
Get silly
to Philly
Come see it live and
You know it, God