Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch riding
And every time I up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch shining us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap stash spot the rack
Bitch, ready to that
Foreign grinds, times
mines, you know 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 mill' off the
Never told now you know how it go
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 that everybody is so obsessed with
That on black '62 float majestic
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a contest
About to reach my dreams and I even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm all bets
Because a million copies really isn't
Yeah, I keep cards in cash 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 them ass
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead it open
I keep a secret baby, heard when nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't promotion
And I just lost the Gucci in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are confused all the conversations I had between
And dog funny
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big nigga in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with that million car
She said "daddy I sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had them at it and said "naw"
So car of kush, you need prescriptions to access
Laying on a mattress with your actress
My flow was out, I said "baby pass the matches"
let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A here, Bun said it, nigga get past it
Taking what you got, you should of it
You was moving slower molasses, this time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a jack don't
This is music nigga don't disturb this groove
2 Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the chromosome