Luyện nghe bài hát More & More

Some shit never change,
Aha, ayy,

Frank Muller, put one, two to medulla
Habla, gun dada, there is hotter
I'm so in witcha girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her
I'm havin' fun with her, you come get her
I fuck her face, one on her concealer
And make girl lick it off, I'ma dumb nigga
Since a young nigga, I've a made man
My bitches come fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a bag, then run up more
I won a 100k dice 10 to 4
poker, put the sack up, go all in
Lose, down, win, go to Dubai
If you wanna win big, the gotta be high
them bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I be damned
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the flow
Dope boy fashion, fuck boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' gettin'
A hard dick all a bitch got coming,

All I is more & more (aha)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what is)
Hunnid (Yeah)
All I is more & more (aha) (Wassup)
to the grave 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You, know what is)
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Dope boy, I ain't got to say it again
It's the king and the don, you gotta it again
Drop the top, lace your boots up, grab scale
All you see are triples E's you're weighin' a whale
See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it hard to tell
Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to
Thirty up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)
Caller a private number, make it hard to stalk
the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so made
Left the in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid
And she to the mansion, yeah, the bitch got slayed
Skinny in the pool yeah, lil bitch got saved, huh

All I know is more & (aha)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, what I was born for
bands (Yeah)
All I know is & more (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was for
bands

All I know is get this check and the
Fly the family from Atlanta to Hawaii and
Why you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole
Get your ass blown off for doin' too much
Had it with the other nigga was tryna move up
It is what is, ain't no way to make a
Better know we was selling crack until we blew up
Was trappin', everybody us
And the mill' came
Done been through so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel
heard Urban Legend the other day and it still bang
Get a (get it)
Make it double, some weight, you need some bigger muscles (you need it)
Finesse the plan, then your way throughout the filibuster
Tryin' not to kill a sucka, a hard job (ya dig)
But I'ma still try my hand a car show
Boy, I've been getting it out the mud since 14, it do what it does
True trap

All I know is & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know this is)
Hunnid (Yeah)
All I know is & more (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was for, uh huh
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All I is

Some more and more is all I know, man
You know what I
Big-big shit for a long time, you understand that?
Hey, we do this shit for bread and we don't win then we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, yeah, talk we spit is what we do all day, man
I mean, try to be as I can be
But truth be told, of you nigga can't fuck with me, you understand that?
It's the king, nigga
hell or high water, accept no substitution
Stay solid all the way it
Fuck what a got to say
What I did, can nobody
Build shit with my bare hands, man
Bare to the greatness
It's you
This is the Dime