Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl white paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my bitch five
And every time I pull up, you 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 shining us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic strap stash spot under the
Bitch, ready to that
grinds, hard 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
Never told now you know how it go
One

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking with the requested
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed
That on black '62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm so connected
up in a popularity 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 million really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my darkest shades on till the flash
This for my L.A. girls getting implants
And all my D.C. girls getting them ass
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough
And I just lost the sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are confused all the I had between y'all
And dog that's
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all cash

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