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 it is, young boy appreciate that
Yeah it's big popping baby boy
Ain't none of that bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl candy paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my bitch riding
And time I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I up in the club, I light the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing out the truck
paint, rally stripe, bitch shining like us
Pearl white Maybach,
Automatic strap stash under the rack
Bitch, ready to that
Foreign grinds, times
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, time
You know, Davis baby
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
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 fucking with the requested
The young that everybody is so obsessed with
That black on '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 ain't even got my stretched
"Thank Me Later", week I'm taking all bets
Because a copies really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit in cash knots
I keep my shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls them implants
And all my D.C. girls them ass shots
Got them for a reason shortie, go bust it open
I keep a baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a teen
Are confused all the I had between y'all
And dog that's
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all money

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big body in his big body 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 to access
Laying on a mattress with your actress
My flow was going out, I said "baby the matches"
let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes
Classic but classless, you gassed up but
A legend here, Bun said it, get past it
Taking what you got, you should of it
You was moving slower than molasses, this you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a don't move
This is murder music nigga don't this groove
2 Trill Ent., Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, the last chromosome