Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch riding
And every time I pull up, you know I'm up
When I step up in the club, I the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing purple out the
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch shining us
Pearl Maybach, hatchback
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, times
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing
You know, Harley Davis
Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred mill' off the
Never now you know how it go bitch
One

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

2 - Drake]

You're now fucking with the most
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed
That black on black '62 float
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so
up in a popularity contest
About to my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm all bets
Because a million copies really farfetched
Yeah, I keep cards in cash knots
I keep my darkest shades on the flash 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, heard when nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz enough promotion
And I just the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the of a teen star
Are confused all the conversations I had between
And dog funny
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 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 need prescriptions to
Laying on a mattress your favorite actress
My flow was out, I said "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off I'm tapping off the ashes
but classless, you gassed up but gasless
A here, Bun said it, nigga get past it
what you got, you should of passed it
You was moving slower molasses, this time you an assed 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 players, die, till the last chromosome