Luyện nghe bài hát More & More

Some shit change, nigga
Aha, ayy,

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

All I is more & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was for (You know what this is)
Hunnid (Yeah)
All I know is & 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 I was born for (You, know what this is)
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Dope boy, I ain't got to say it again
It's the and the don, you gotta play 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 ain't hard to
Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't to sell
Thirty rounds up on my hip, 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 is more & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm 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 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all the odds, baby, lord knows
Puttin' on, homie, what I was born for
bands

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

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

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