Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch riding
And every time I pull up, you I'm iced up
I step up in the club, I light the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch like us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, times
Getting mines, you Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley Davis
Cash Money is 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,
Hustle to the

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking the most requested
The young nigga that everybody is so with
That black on black '62 majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm so connected
up in a popularity contest
About to my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", week I'm taking all bets
Because a million copies really farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my darkest shades on till the stops
This for my L.A. getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting ass shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it
I keep a baby, nothing's heard when nothing's 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 confused all the conversations I had y'all
And dog that's
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body in his big body car
Got a big body bopper that million dollar car
She "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need to access
Laying on a mattress with your actress
My flow was going out, I "baby pass 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 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 don't move
This is murder music nigga don't disturb this
2 Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the chromosome