Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Illi

Wayne)
money! (ya dig)
Yeah!

Ima Millionaire,
Im a Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria to your career just isnt fair,
Ima venereal like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the in my mind,
Cuz I dont write shit cuz I got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, go to the al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty power of dat cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant em, you cant stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em you pop em,
You man em then you mop em,
You man em then you drop em,
You em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
Yeah!
Motherfucker I'm ill (Wayne I'm in)

Gunz]
Im Millie in here wit them Young Milli on aires,
Think you pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanillis in here.. im a dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a on,
An I break on anything a nigga on,
Feel the from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit Obamas,
in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, on the line,
Plentys in me, any guineas wit em bigger than a and remind im..
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big on a jeep..
She by Weezy F, we be the best,
to death prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, me I left..Ha

[these lyrics unconfirmed in album but present in mixtape version]
young
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nay nay, daddys
ok

a millionaire im a money millionaire
chyall really want it now
yall really wanna do it
if hip hop is dead i am the embalming
and I dont care who it be, Im to it
notice I say it cuz to me, it shit
get. it.
call me whacha trick?
call me on my
never answer its private
man I hate a shy
you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy and she aint shy no mo
she changed her to my chick
hahaha, yea boy thats my
and she excellent up in waynes world
totally dude you
see their faces they see that
this can move
and its
hahaha, yea
and it go
right

Im a Im a
young cash money fast money
slow mo money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I heard of it
I will your picture and make a rest in peace shirt of it
tell those beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now dont tell no one you of me
its like, the beat was screamin, me
and im a,
so I it

and you is what i eatin ill make sure of it
and he who dont believe me Ill make of him
him, I mean
on him, or her
Carter, of
this rap thang, this is my
gon a lap man weezy babys nursery
now gon a nap man, its nap time
Ill holla back at you at snack

F. yea, ok
they say Im like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is badu at
who dat
who dat said they gon beat Lil
my name aint bic, but I that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall dat
dat swallow
and i be the
now you got loose
I dont owe you two vowels
but Id like for you to pay me by the

and Id be pushing flowers,
than to be in the penn sharing
see told us this world was ours
and the told us every girl was sour
play in the garden and dont smell her flower
call me Mr. or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls Im Michael Lowry
even Gwen said she couldnt doubt me

man, life, just aint life, me
hip hop just hip hop, without me
moola baby
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