Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

You know what when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
We get that

Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet

millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the
choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the

This shit that y'all wanted
This shit up hard, don't it?
Y'all beg my pardon on it
But this shit sound like God it?
Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga and y'all gotta pay tithes, nigga
Call my Phantom the holy ghost, on chrome wheel tires, nigga
Pop when I'm paranoid, cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop when that powder came for knot saved in that shoe box
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that fox
This big face is in Blu-ray and these black diamonds like
I restore the feelin' of when made a killin'
choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
And hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy Christians, have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah!

Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the
choppas in the closet

Millions millions in the
Millions in the ceiling
millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet

I'm haunted by stories, wanna-be home owners
Horrible outcome, a dope boy got one
Cries he convicted, cried on every visit
I'm sayin' his name, ride for all my niggas
to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune
Finger fuck a Ferrari, of France early morning
Did drugs with Donatella, my A Capella
see me in Neiman's, niggas committin' treason
Soft loafer preferred, frost, herb
Stay away the Forbes, if I only could tell you more
I got I got that, I got that I got this
Got a kilo for 20, my say I'm the shit

millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet

Millions millions in the
millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet
choppas in the closet

This shit y'all ask for
Make a nigga on the gas, floor
Two-door, four-door, roll through the hood like force
Fast forward--oops! say they wanna see proof
My record sales ain't much as theirs and we still ride the coupes
How we still the same hoes, why we still buy the same clothes
How we got the same watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
Dope boys, gold mine, that price drop and that coke
Then set it over that flame then hang it dry like clothesline
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a
Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the
Got the on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
Just to my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches

Millions millions in the
millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
Millions in the ceiling
choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the

millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
Millions millions in the
choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
choppas in the closet

This that shit that wanted
shit sound like God don't it

This that shit ya'll wanted
This shit like God don't it

that shit that ya'll wanted
This sound like God don't it

This that that ya'll wanted
shit sound like God don't it