Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

Make it so (YM!)
So fly so (CMB bitch!)
Just day on the
Top floor of the balcony
Live it how we it
Moula,
You what it is, young boy that
it's big money popping baby boy
Ain't of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich white 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 the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing purple out the
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch like us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap stash spot the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
grinds, hard times
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, time
You know, Harley baby
Cash is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred mill' off the
Never told now you know how it go
One

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking the most requested
The nigga that everybody is so obsessed with
black on black '62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so
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 credit cards 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. girls them ass shots
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's
Haters talk it my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the Gucci sandal in the ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen
Are confused all the I had between y'all
And dog that's
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's 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 pulled out my strap, had look at it and said "naw"
So car of kush, you need prescriptions to access
Laying on a mattress with your actress
My flow was going out, I "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
Taking what you got, you of passed it
You was moving slower than molasses, this you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a jack move
This is murder music nigga don't this groove
2 Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, the last chromosome