Luyện nghe bài hát More & More

Some shit change, nigga
Aha, ayy,

Muller, put one, two to your medulla
Habla, gun dada, is none hotter
I'm so in love witcha girl, it's somethin' 'bout her
I'm fun with her, you better come get her
I her face, bust one on her concealer
And another girl lick it off, I'ma dumb nigga
Since a young nigga, I've a made man
My bitches come fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a bag, then run up more
I won a shootin' dice 10 to 4
Playing poker, put the up, go all in
Lose, down, win, go to Dubai
If you wanna win big, the gotta be high
Want bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he but he not a T.I., I will be damned
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they for
Life be packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion, fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' gettin'
A hard all a bitch got coming, yeah

All I is more & more (aha)
to the grave 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You what this is)
bands (Yeah)
All I know is more & (aha) (Wassup)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You, know what is)
bands

Dope boy, bitch I ain't got to say it
It's the king and the don, you gotta it again
Drop the top, lace boots up, grab your scale
All you see are triples E's like you're a whale
See, I'm up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell
Flex, made yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell
Thirty up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)
Caller a private number, make it hard to stalk
the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so made
Left the Dawn in the Bend, Dade, I'm so
And she came to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got
Skinny dippin' in the pool yeah, lil got saved, huh

All I is more & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, what I was born for
Hunnid (Yeah)
All I know is & more (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, knows
on, homie, that's what I was born for
Hunnid

All I know is get this check and the
Fly the family Atlanta to Hawaii and back
Why would you act No, I'm not an asshole
Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too
Had it the other nigga that was tryna move up
It is what is, ain't no way to make a
Better know that we was selling until we blew up
Was trappin', knew us
And then the came
Done through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it still
Get a (get it)
Make it double, want some weight, you need some bigger (you need it)
the plan, then work your way throughout the filibuster
Tryin' not to kill a sucka, a hard job (ya dig)
But still try my hand with a car show
Boy, I've been it out the mud since 14, making it do what it does
True nigga

All I know is & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what is)
bands (Yeah)
All I is more & more (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
on, homie, that's what I was born for, uh huh
Hunnid
All I is

more and some more is all I know, man
You what I mean?
Big-big shit poppin' for a long time, you that?
Hey, we do this shit for and meat; we don't win then we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, yeah, while we spit is what we do all day, man
I mean, try to be as I can be
But truth be told, none of you nigga can't fuck me, you understand that?
It's the king, nigga
Come hell or water, accept no substitution
Stay solid all the way it
what a hater got to say
What I did, can undo
Build this shit my bare hands, man
witness to the greatness
It's you
This is the Trap