Luyện nghe bài hát More & More

Some shit never change,
Aha, ayy,

Frank Muller, put one, two to medulla
Habla, gun dada, is none hotter
I'm so in love 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
a young nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a whole bag, run up more
I won a shootin' dice 10 to 4
poker, put the sack up, go all in
Lose, double down, win, go to
If you wanna win big, the risk be high
Want them bad bitches all on your dick, you be fly
Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be
Watch him do designer by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion, avoid boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' money
A hard dick all a got coming, yeah

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

Dope boy, I ain't got to say it again
It's the and the don, you gotta play it again
the top, lace your boots up, grab your scale
All you see are E's like you're weighin' a whale
See, I'm up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell
Flex, made that yellow butter, it hard to sell
Thirty rounds up on my hip, it hard to walk (damn)
Caller from a private number, it hard to stalk
Drop the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so
Left the in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid
And she came to the mansion, yeah, the got slayed
Skinny dippin' in the yeah, lil bitch got saved, huh

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

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

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

more and some more is all I know, man
You what I mean?
Big-big shit for a long time, you understand that?
Hey, we do this for bread and meat; we don't win then we don't eat, you understand?
Yeah, yeah, while we spit is what we do all day, man
I mean, try to be as I can be
But truth be told, none of you nigga fuck with me, you understand that?
It's the motherfuckin' king,
Come hell or water, accept no substitution
Stay all the way through it
what a hater got to say
What I did, can nobody
Build this shit with my hands, man
witness to the greatness
It's you
is the Dime Trap