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 compared to your career just isnt fair,
Ima venereal like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I write shit cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, go to the al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em you pop em,
You man em then you mop em,
You cant man em then you em,
You drop em cuz we pop em like Redenbacher,
Yeah!
I'm ill (Wayne I'm goin' in)

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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 rascal get whopped,
I get brats who give top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could put a brake on,
An I on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the blown,
Let the Pistons on chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, 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 mini and 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 by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, me I left..Ha

lyrics unconfirmed in album version 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 dont wanna do it
if hip hop is i am the embalming fluid
and I dont care who it be, Im to it
I say it cuz to me, it aint shit
get. it.
call me like trick?
me on my sidekick
never answer its private
man I a shy chick
you hate 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 up in waynes world
totally you should
see their faces when they see
this can move
and its
hahaha, yea
and it go
thats

Im a Im a
money cash money fast money
slow mo money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I never of it
I will take your picture and make a rest in shirt of it
tell n***** beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now dont no one you heard of me
its like, the was screamin, murder me
and im a,
so I it

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

F. yea, ok
they say Im rappin Big, Jay, and Tupac
3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat said they gon beat Lil
my aint bic, but I keep 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 penn showers
see Tony us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every was sour
dont play in the garden and smell her flower
call me Mr. or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls Im Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani she couldnt doubt me

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