Luyện nghe bài hát A Million Lights

[Intro DJ
that
It's DJ
It's We the Best, YMCMB
We the Best

[Chorus Rudolf]
A million lights and a kick drum, the is moving slow
I've got a feeling about this one, and we young, you know
I'm breathing in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's grown
It's not my fault if your grown cold

1 Tyga]
Uh, new Hermes bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little
Twenty hour flight, never
Sipping wine, watching the sunset
Real love this close? I ain't had
Sitting with you all day till the night
Damn, I ain't trying to that
But if we too fast, will the feeling last?
Now I'm over my shoulder, shoulder
Champagne, good and good times, and now it's all over
But can't blame me for all
You was bright, now heart all black
Try to outshine the good the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I mad at you
I'm shining

[Verse 2 Maine]
We the Best, YMCMB
Bitch, I'm Mack
You getting old and your turn cold
Time-line froze, mad at the because you lived your life
But this the that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest
I mean, flights for these trifling hoes
But we crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my and hopes to get more life, nigga live your life
Lame ass nigga, you it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what hoe like
Hit her with dope dick, now she's a dope fiend
Leo king, I'm looking for a dope queen
Up first lady baby: Money's Barrack
cargoes high, mismatched socks
Meet Gunz, Millz, Tyga, we them the chills
Keep riders, get control pills
Uh, Money

[Verse 3 Jae
Uh, bright
Lord I live for these nights
You're right, I'ma sip champagne till it blurry my sight
Kicks for the captain, to the like Jeter
And my diamonds fierce like an episode of cheetahs, Jesus
Mouth jewelry, speakers
Blowing loud weed some loud divas

[Verse 4 Gunz]
Young Money, Money, We the Best, Khaled!
Uh, it's that summertime, time
to rhyme good time, when I'm done giving mine
Loud smoke, engine out the silly lines
Pretty toes hanging out the to the finish line
Spikes poking out my kicks like a
Young Money, Cash Money, We the Best, fall in
Uptown, thoroughbreded from the South
Hot drops in Miami, outcome
We made us, hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothing like a movie, I just day to day
Remember it was trying to page wagers
Nice spitting hard rhymes on the stages
Independent, yeah I told them later
We some independent niggas getting paper
to Tune, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We for keeps, so they always gone get our back
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!