Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

Make it so (YM!)
So fly so (CMB bitch!)
another day on the
Top floor of the balcony
Live it how we it
Moula,
You what it is, young boy appreciate
Yeah it's big money baby boy
Ain't none of that little
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy job fly
Big on the loose
Got my bitch five
And every I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I the bitch up
on my saddle, blowing purple out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch like us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap stash spot the rack
Bitch, to spray that
Foreign grinds, 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, mill' off the floor
told now you know how it go bitch
One

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking with the most
The young nigga everybody is so obsessed with
That black on '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 taking all
Because a copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my darkest on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls getting them
And all my D.C. getting them ass shots
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's
Haters talk it my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen
Are confused all the conversations I had y'all
And dog that's
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all cash

3 - Bun B]
Well that big body nigga in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with million dollar car
She said "daddy I sushi, so give it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car of kush, you need prescriptions to access
Laying on a mattress with your favorite
My flow was going out, I said "baby 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 it, nigga get past it
Taking you got, you should of passed it
You was slower than 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 Koppa
We true players, die, till the last