Luyện nghe bài hát A Million Lights

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3 Jae
Uh, bright
Lord knows I live for nights
You're right, I'ma sip champagne till it blurry my sight
Kicks for the captain, to the front like
And my ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs, Jesus
jewelry, loud speakers
Blowing loud weed with some loud

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