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 appreciate
Yeah it's big money popping boy
none of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich white candy paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my bitch riding
And every time I pull up, you 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, rally stripe, shining like us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic strap stash spot under the
Bitch, to spray that
grinds, hard times
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing
You know, Davis baby
Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
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,
Hustle to the

[Verse 2 -

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

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with million dollar 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 your favorite actress
My was going out, I said "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off while I'm off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, get past it
Taking what you got, you of passed it
You was moving slower than molasses, this time you an it
Give it up smooth, this a jack don't
This is murder music nigga don't disturb groove
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We true players, die, till the last