Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy job fly
Big on the loose
Got my bitch five
And every I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I the bitch up
on my saddle, blowing purple out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch like us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, to spray that
Foreign grinds, times
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, time
You know, Davis baby
Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, mill' off the floor
Never told now you how it go bitch
One

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking the most requested
The young nigga that everybody is so with
That black on black '62 float
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
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 taking all
Because a million copies isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in cash
I keep my darkest on till the flash stops
for my L.A. girls getting them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting ass shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when spoken
Haters talk it my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I just the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen
Are confused all the conversations I had between
And dog funny
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all cash

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body nigga in his big car
Got a big body bopper with that dollar car
She "daddy I like sushi, so give it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to
Laying on a with your favorite actress
My flow was going out, I "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, get past it
Taking what you got, you should of it
You was moving slower than molasses, time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a jack don't
This is murder music nigga don't disturb this
2 Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the last