Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

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

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking with the requested
The young nigga that is so obsessed with
That on black '62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm so connected
Caught up in a contest
About to reach my and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm all bets
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. getting them implants
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
talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the Gucci in the fucking ocean
Damn, I the problems of a teen star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog that's
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

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