Luyện nghe bài hát Classic

Oh hot outside man
Meek Millys coming

Hundred for the Im not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, thats a carpool
all this hot shit, every single bar cool
Diamonds in the rollie face, cartoon
Call me Meek I don't play that shit
Got me on my braids before the Maybach clique
Riding in the wheels of fortune, Pat Sajak
And all I rock is Balmain I made that shit
I've been, front row fashion
Looking I'm in the show
Sitting in the leather, softer than a dinner roll
Make a on your bitch, tell her friend to get a role
You thought she was
We laughing like she a ho
Chopping up those
Me yo bitch in the zone
She you I was friendzoned, what?
I'm in the
Touchdown with a 2 conversion
Give her that dick
She busting the clip long
Uber to send your home nigga

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

The money turned your bitch into a digger
The money got me like the old Jigga
And Jigga told me you a cold nigga
They ain't me I was broke
But I showed and I told niggas
That I would dispose
Went to buy a of sneaks
Landed at the rawest
Brand new tag
Haters made me mad
You get at your momma
I'm flyer her baby dad
Looking at my
What that 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 bitches, we chase money and that [D'ussé]
Cause when you get money, the hoes do you say
Riding in a drop head, with the toupe
And if you're hearing this, then it's probably too late

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

Meek
Mack
Get smacked
to Philly
Come see it live and
You know it, God