Luyện nghe bài hát More & More

Some shit never change,
Aha, ayy,

Frank Muller, put one, two to medulla
Habla, gun dada, is none hotter
I'm so in love witcha girl, it's somethin' 'bout her
I'm havin' fun her, you better come get her
I fuck her face, bust one on her
And make another girl lick it off, I'ma dumb
Since a young nigga, I've been a man
My bitches with fat ass and a spray tan
a whole bag, then run up more
I won a 100k shootin' 10 to 4
poker, put the sack up, go all in
Lose, down, win, go to Dubai
If you wanna win big, the gotta be high
Want them bad bitches all on your dick, you be fly
Yeah, he but he not a T.I., I will be damned
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash
Dope boy fashion, avoid fuck boys, 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' money
A hard dick all a got coming, yeah

All I know is more & (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know this is)
Hunnid (Yeah)
All I know is & more (aha) (Wassup)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going (Tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for (You, know what this is)
bands

Dope boy, I ain't got to say it again
It's the king and the don, you play it again
Drop the top, lace your boots up, your scale
All you see are triples E's you're weighin' a whale
See, I'm up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell
Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to
rounds up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)
Caller a private number, make it hard to stalk
the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so made
Left the in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid
And she to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got slayed
dippin' in the pool yeah, lil bitch got saved, huh

All I know is more & (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid (Yeah)
All I know is & more (aha) (more & more)
to the grave 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid

All I is get this check and the respect
Fly the family from Atlanta to Hawaii and
Why would you act slow? No, I'm not an
Get your ass blown off for doin' too much
Had it with the nigga that was tryna move up
It is what is, no way to make a do-up
Better know that we was crack until we blew up
Was trappin', everybody us
And the mill' came
Done been through so much that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just heard Urban the other day and it still bang
Get a (get it)
Make it double, want some weight, you need some bigger (you need it)
Finesse the plan, then work your way the filibuster
Tryin' not to kill a sucka, a hard job (ya dig)
But I'ma still try my with a car show
Boy, I've getting it out the mud since 14, making it do what it does
True trap

All I know is & more (aha)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what is)
bands (Yeah)
All I know is & more (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for, uh huh
bands
All I is

more and some more is all I know, man
You know I mean?
Big-big poppin' for a long time, you understand that?
Hey, we do this shit for bread and we don't win then we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, yeah, talk while we spit is we do all day, man
I mean, try to be as I can be
But truth be told, none of you can't fuck with me, you understand that?
It's the motherfuckin' king,
Come or high water, accept no substitution
solid all the way through it
Fuck what a got to say
What I did, can undo
Build this shit with my hands, man
Bare to the greatness
upon you
This is the Dime