Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich white candy paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch five
And every time I pull up, you know I'm 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 shining us
Pearl Maybach, hatchback
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, times
Getting mines, you Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Davis baby
Cash Money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred off the floor
told now you know how it go bitch
One

Little
More, more, more,
to the ceiling
More, more, more,
to the ceiling

[Verse 2 -

You're now with the most requested
The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed
black on black '62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so
up in a popularity contest
About to reach my and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm all bets
Because a million copies isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep cards in cash knots
I keep my shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls getting implants
And all my D.C. girls them ass shots
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken
Haters it like my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are confused all the conversations I had y'all
And dog that's
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all money

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 them at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to
Laying on a with your favorite actress
My flow was out, I said "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun said it, nigga get it
what you got, you should of passed it
You was moving slower than molasses, this time you an it
Give it up smooth, this a jack move
This is murder music nigga don't this groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa
We true players, die, the last chromosome