Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

Make it so (YM!)
So fly so (CMB bitch!)
another day on the
Top floor of the balcony
Live it how we it
Moula,
You what it is, young boy that
Yeah big money popping baby boy
none of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch five
And every time I pull up, you know I'm up
When I step up in the club, I light the up
Back on my saddle, blowing out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch like us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic strap stash spot the rack
Bitch, ready to that
grinds, hard times
Getting mines, you Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley baby
Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred off the floor
Never now you know how it go bitch
One

Little
More, more, more,
Hustle to the
More, more, more,
to the ceiling

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking with the most
The young nigga that is so obsessed with
That black on '62 float majestic
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a contest
About to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm taking all
Because a million copies isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in cash
I keep my darkest shades on till the stops
This for my L.A. girls getting implants
And all my D.C. girls getting them ass
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough
And I just lost the sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the of a teen star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog that's
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body nigga in his big car
Got a big body bopper with that million car
She "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car of kush, you need prescriptions to access
Laying on a with your favorite actress
My flow was going out, I said "baby the matches"
Then let her top me off I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you gassed up but
A legend here, Bun said it, get past it
Taking what you got, you of passed it
You was slower than molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a don't move
This is murder music nigga don't disturb this
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa
We true players, die, till the chromosome