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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl candy paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my riding five
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, blowing out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, shining like us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic strap spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to that
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, hundred mill' off the
told 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 nigga that everybody is so with
That black on black '62 float
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a contest
About to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm taking all
a million copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my darkest shades on the flash stops
This for my L.A. getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting ass shots
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard nothing's spoken
Haters talk it my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are confused all the conversations I had between
And dog funny
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 with 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 to access
Laying on a mattress your favorite actress
My flow was going out, I said "baby the matches"
Then let her top me off while I'm tapping off the
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
Taking you got, you should of passed it
You was slower than molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, a jack don't move
is murder music nigga don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the last