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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl white paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my riding five
And every time I pull up, you know I'm 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 Maybach, hatchback
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, to spray that
grinds, hard times
Getting mines, you Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley Davis
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
Black, gold, hundred mill' off the
Never 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 the most requested
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed
black 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", week I'm taking all bets
Because a million copies really isn't
Yeah, I keep credit cards in cash
I keep my darkest shades on till the stops
This for my L.A. girls getting them
And all my D.C. getting them ass shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when spoken
Haters talk it my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the of a teen star
Are all the conversations I had between 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 that million dollar car
She said "daddy I like sushi, so it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to
Laying on a mattress your favorite actress
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 gassed up but
A here, Bun said it, nigga get past it
what you got, you should of passed it
You was moving slower than molasses, this time you an it
Give it up smooth, this a jack move
This is murder music nigga disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa
We true players, die, till the last