Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh it's hot man
Meek Millys 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
Diamonds in the rollie face, cartoon
Call me Meek Milly I don't play that
Got me on my nappy braids the Maybach clique
Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak
And all I rock is Balmain like I that shit
I've been, row fashion week
like I'm in the show
Sitting in the foreign leather, softer than a roll
Make a movie on your bitch, tell her friend to get a
You thought she was
We laughing like she a ho
Chopping up benzos
Me yo in the friend zone
She told you I was friendzoned,
I'm in the
Touchdown with a 2 point
Give her that dick
She busting like the clip
to send your bitch home nigga

I got a fever bitch, hot I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever
In these streets situations is
Police ain't 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
They believe me I was broke
But I showed and I told niggas
That I would niggas
Went to buy a of sneaks
Landed at the rawest
Brand new tag
Haters made me mad
You get at your baby
I'm flyer than her dad
Looking at my
that cost? Hundred-eighty cash
Looking at my bitch, she remind me of a Stacey
We was selling rock before Biggs, Dame and Dash
Oh you think you fly with your lil' dream chasin'
We don't chase bitches, we chase money and that
Cause you get money, the hoes do whatever you say
Riding in a head, Phantom with the toupe
And if you're just hearing this, then it's probably too

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

Meek
Mack
Get silly
to Philly
Come see it and direct
You know it, God