Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Illi

Wayne)
money! (ya dig)
Yeah!

Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young 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 the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I write shit cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al dollar,
And the al power of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father fuck a copper,
Got da maserati on the bridge pussy poppin,
the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em,
I go by goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You man em then you mop em,
You cant man em then you em,
You em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
Yeah!
I'm ill (Wayne I'm goin' in)

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Im Millie in wit them Young Money Milli on aires,
Think you pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped,
I get who dont give top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could put a brake on,
An I break on anything a take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze a rock wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any wit em bigger than a mini and remind im..
Illie and its all off G and a P..G walk by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big on a jeep..
She caught by 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 version but in mixtape version]
young
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nay nay, daddys
ok

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

Im a Im a
young money money fast money
money mo money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I never of it
I take 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
and now dont tell no one you heard of me
its like, the beat was screamin, me
and im a,
so I it

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

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

and Id rather be flowers,
than to be in the penn showers
see Tony told us this was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was
dont play in the garden and dont smell her
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn
boy I got so girls like Im Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldnt me

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