Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl candy paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my riding five
And every I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I light the up
Back on my saddle, purple out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch shining us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap spot under the rack
Bitch, to spray that
Foreign grinds, hard
mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Davis baby
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
Black, gold, hundred mill' off the
Never told now you how it go bitch
One

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now with the most requested
The young that everybody is so obsessed with
That black on black '62 float
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so
up in a popularity contest
About to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms
"Thank Me Later", week I'm taking all bets
a million copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my darkest shades on till the flash
for my L.A. girls getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting ass shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's
Haters talk it like my buzz enough promotion
And I lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I the problems of a teen star
Are confused all the conversations I had y'all
And dog funny
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 with that million dollar car
She said "daddy I sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had them 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"
let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun it, nigga get past it
Taking you got, you should of passed it
You was moving slower molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a don't move
This is murder nigga don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa
We true players, die, till the chromosome