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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl white candy job fly
Big on the loose
Got my riding five
And every 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
Candy paint, rally stripe, bitch like us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, times
mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley Davis
Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me how it weigh,
Black, gold, hundred off the floor
Never told now you how it go bitch
One

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now fucking with the most
The young nigga everybody is so obsessed with
That 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 taking all
Because a million copies really farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my darkest shades on till the stops
This for my L.A. girls getting them
And all my D.C. girls getting them ass
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's when nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my buzz isn't promotion
And I just the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I guess the problems of a star
Are confused all the conversations I had y'all
And dog funny
Pay me you owe me nigga, all cash money

3 - Bun B]
Well that big body nigga in his big body car
Got a big body bopper with million dollar car
She said "daddy I like sushi, so it to me raw"
I out my strap, had them look at it and said "naw"
So car full of kush, you prescriptions to access
Laying on a mattress with your actress
My was going out, I said "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off while I'm tapping off the
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A legend here, Bun it, nigga 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 nigga don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the chromosome