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
Live it how we it
Moula,
You what it is, young boy that
Yeah big money popping baby boy
Ain't of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my riding five
And time I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I light the up
Back on my saddle, purple out the truck
Candy paint, stripe, bitch shining like us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, hard
mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley baby
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
Black, gold, hundred mill' off the
told now you know how it go bitch
One

Little
More, more, more,
Hustle to the
More, more, more,
to the ceiling

[Verse 2 -

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

3 - Bun B]
Well that big body nigga in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with that dollar car
She said "daddy I sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had them look at it and "naw"
So car full of kush, you need to access
Laying on a mattress with your actress
My flow was out, I said "baby pass the matches"
let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you gassed up but
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
Taking you got, you should of passed it
You was moving slower molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a jack don't
This is murder music nigga disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Zone
We true players, die, the last chromosome