Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

Make it so (YM!)
So fly so (CMB bitch!)
Just day on the
Top of the balcony bitch
it how we live it
Moula,
You what it is, boy appreciate that
Yeah it's big money popping boy
Ain't none of little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch five
And every I pull up, you know I'm iced up
I step up in the club, I light the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing purple out the
Candy paint, stripe, bitch shining like us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic strap stash under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, times
Getting mines, you Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley Davis
Cash 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,
to the ceiling
More, more, more,
to the ceiling

[Verse 2 -

You're now with the most requested
The young nigga everybody is so obsessed with
That black on black '62 float
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a popularity
About to reach my dreams and I even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm all bets
a million copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit in cash knots
I keep my darkest shades on the flash stops
This for my L.A. getting them implants
And all my D.C. getting them ass shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard nothing's spoken
Haters talk it my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog funny
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all money

3 - Bun B]
Well that big body nigga in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with that million car
She said "daddy I like sushi, so it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you prescriptions to access
Laying on a mattress with your actress
My flow was going out, I said "baby the matches"
Then let her top me off while I'm tapping off the
Classic but classless, you gassed up but
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get 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 jack don't
is murder music nigga don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Money, and A Koppa Zone
We players, die, till the last chromosome