Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Illi

Wayne)
money! (ya dig)
Yeah!

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

[Cory
Im Millie in here wit Young Money Milli on aires,
you really pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanillis in here.. im a dont get whopped,
I get brats who give top,
I get tassel, you wit a flow you could never put a brake on,
An I break on a nigga take on,
the napalm 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 on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any guineas wit em bigger a mini and remind im..
and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Out, big feet on a jeep..
She caught by F, we be the best,
Truely to prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, me I left..Ha

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

a millionaire im a money millionaire
what chyall really it now
yall dont really do it
if hip hop is dead i am the embalming
and I care who it be, Im steppin to it
notice I say it cuz to me, it shit
get. it.
call me whacha trick?
me on my sidekick
never answer when its
man I a shy chick
dont you hate a shy
I had a of shy chick and she aint shy no mo
she her name to my chick
hahaha, yea boy my girl
and she pops excellent up in world
dude you should
see their faces when they see
this robot can
and its
hahaha, yea
and it go
thats

Im a Im a
young money cash money fast
slow mo money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I never of it
I will your picture and make a rest in peace shirt of it
those n***** 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 was screamin, murder me
and im a,
so I it

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

F. yea, ok
they say Im rappin like Big, Jay, and
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah at
who dat
who dat they gon beat Lil Wayne
my name aint bic, but I that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
knew dat
true dat
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 rather be flowers,
than to be in the sharing showers
see told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was
dont play in the garden and dont her flower
me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls like Im Lowry
even Stefani said she couldnt doubt me

man, life, aint life, without me
hip hop aint hip hop, without me
young baby
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