Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

Make it so (YM!)
So fly so (CMB bitch!)
another day on the
Top of the balcony bitch
it how we live it
Moula,
You what it is, young boy appreciate
Yeah it's big money popping boy
Ain't of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

[Verse 1 -
Yeah, ostrich pearl white paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my riding five
And every time I pull up, you know I'm up
When I up in the club, I light the bitch up
Back on my saddle, blowing out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch like us
Pearl Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap stash spot the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, hard
Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing
You know, Harley baby
Cash is what 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,
Hustle to the
More, more, more,
Hustle to the

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking the most requested
The young nigga everybody is so obsessed with
black on black '62 float majestic
Me and in it, boy I'm just so connected
Caught up in a 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 credit cards in cash knots
I keep my darkest shades on the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls getting them
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 buzz isn't promotion
And I just lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
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 dollar car
She said "daddy I sushi, so give it to me raw"
I pulled out my strap, had look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you need prescriptions to
Laying on a mattress your favorite 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 it, nigga get past it
Taking you got, you should of passed it
You was moving slower than molasses, time you an assed it
Give it up smooth, this a don't move
This is murder music nigga disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the last