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 appreciate
it's big money popping baby boy
Ain't none of that little
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my riding five
And time I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I up in the club, I light the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing out the truck
Candy paint, stripe, bitch shining like us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic strap spot under the rack
Bitch, to spray that
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
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 with the requested
The young that everybody is so obsessed with
That on black '62 float majestic
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a contest
to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm taking all
Because a million copies isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep cards in cash knots
I my darkest shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. getting them implants
And all my D.C. getting them ass shots
Got for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my isn't enough promotion
And I just the Gucci sandal 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 big body nigga in his big body car
Got a big bopper with that million dollar car
She said "daddy I like sushi, so 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
on a mattress with your favorite actress
My flow was out, I said "baby pass 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 it, nigga get past it
Taking what you got, you should of it
You was moving slower than molasses, time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, a jack don't move
This is murder music nigga don't disturb groove
2 Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the last