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
it how we live it
Moula,
You what it is, boy appreciate that
Yeah it's big popping baby boy
none of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich pearl candy paint 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 white Maybach,
Automatic strap stash under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, hard
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, mill' off the floor
Never 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 with the most requested
The young that 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 reach my dreams and I ain't got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm taking all
Because a copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit in cash knots
I keep my shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting ass shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's
talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I the problems of a teen star
Are confused all the conversations I had between
And dog that's
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all cash

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 sushi, so give it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to
Laying on a mattress with your favorite
My flow was going out, I "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A here, Bun said it, nigga get past it
Taking you got, you should of passed it
You was moving slower molasses, this time you an assed it
it up smooth, this a jack don't move
This is murder music nigga disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa
We true players, die, the last chromosome