Luyện nghe bài hát A Million Lights

[Intro DJ
that
It's DJ
It's We the Best, YMCMB
We the Forever

[Chorus Kevin
A lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow
got a feeling about this one, and we still young, you know
I'm breathing in your club
It's not my fault if heart's grown cold
It's not my if your heart's grown cold

[Verse 1
Uh, new Hermes bags
On the plane, see the sky a little glass
hour flight, never jet-lagged
Sipping wine, watching the sunset
Real this close? I ain't never had
Sitting you all day till the night pass
Damn, I trying to fight that
But if we fall too fast, will the last?
Now I'm looking over my shoulder,
Champagne, good dining and times, and now it's all over
But can't blame me for all
You was bright, now your heart all
Try to outshine the good the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I mad at you
I'm still

[Verse 2 Mack
We the Best, YMCMB
Bitch, I'm Mack
You getting old and your heart turn
Time-line froze, mad at the world because you lived life
But this the life we chose
on the road for the nicest road
I mean, long-ass flights for these hoes
But we don't crap out the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life
Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga your life
ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your hoe
Hit her with that dick, now she's a dope fiend
Leo lined king, I'm looking for a dope
Up first lady Young Money's Barrack
Baggy high, mismatched socks
Gunz, Millz, Tyga, we give them the chills
Keep riders, get birth pills
Uh, Young

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Uh, bright
Lord knows I for these nights
You're damn right, I'ma sip champagne till it blurry my
Kicks for the captain, to the front like
And my diamonds ain't fierce an episode of cheetahs, Jesus
Mouth jewelry, loud
Blowing loud weed some loud divas

[Verse 4 Gunz]
Young Money, Money, We the Best, Khaled!
Uh, it's summertime, money time
Going to rhyme good time, when I'm giving mine
smoke, quite engine out the silly lines
Pretty toes out the window to the finish line
poking out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We the Best, in line
Uptown, thoroughbreded the South Bronx
Hot drops in Miami, Khaled
We made us, they hate us, to say the latest
Life nothing a movie, I just day to day this
it was hard trying to page wagers
Nice spitting hard rhymes on the stages
Independent, yeah I told them later
We some independent niggas getting major
to Tune, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keeps, so they gone get our back
YMCMB, lights, camera, action!