Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich white candy paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch five
And time 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 out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch shining us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, to spray that
grinds, hard times
Getting mines, you Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley Davis
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
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 fucking with the requested
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed
black on black '62 float majestic
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a popularity
About to my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first I'm taking all bets
Because a million copies isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit in cash knots
I keep my shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting them ass
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's
Haters talk it like my isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the Gucci in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog that's
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all 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 sushi, so give 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 your favorite actress
My flow was going out, I "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off while I'm off the ashes
Classic but classless, you gassed up but
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
what you got, you should of passed it
You was moving than molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a jack don't
This is murder music nigga don't disturb groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa
We true players, die, till the last