Luyện nghe bài hát More & More

Some never change, nigga
Aha, ayy,

Frank Muller, put one, two to medulla
Habla, gun dada, there is hotter
I'm so in love witcha girl, just somethin' 'bout her
I'm havin' fun with her, you better get her
I fuck her face, bust one on her
And make another girl it off, I'ma dumb nigga
Since a nigga, I've been a made man
My bitches come fat ass and a spray tan
Spend a bag, then run up more
I won a 100k shootin' 10 to 4
poker, put the sack up, go all in
Lose, double down, win, go to
If you wanna win big, the risk be high
Want bad bitches all on your dick, you gotta be fly
Yeah, he but he not a T.I., I will be damned
Watch him do designer by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the flow
Dope boy fashion, avoid boys, hate 'em with a passion
I'm sucka-duckin' money
A hard all a bitch got coming, yeah

All I is more & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know what is)
bands (Yeah)
All I is more & more (aha) (Wassup)
to the grave 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, nigga)
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You, know this is)
bands

Dope boy, bitch I ain't got to say it
the king and the don, you gotta play it again
Drop the top, lace your up, grab your scale
All you see are triples E's like weighin' a whale
See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to
Flex, made yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell
Thirty rounds up on my hip, make it to walk (damn)
from a private number, make it hard to stalk
Drop the top on a 'Rari, nigga, I'm so
Left the in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid
And she came to the mansion, yeah, the got slayed
Skinny dippin' in the pool yeah, lil got saved, huh

All I know is more & (aha)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for
bands (Yeah)
All I know is more & (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going
Do it all against the odds, baby, knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for
bands

All I know is get this check and the
Fly the family from Atlanta to and back
Why you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole
Get ass blown smooth off for doin' too much
Had it with the nigga that was tryna move up
It is what is, ain't no way to a do-up
Better know that we was selling crack until we up
Was trappin', everybody us
And then the mill'
Done been so much shit that I'm numb to it, don't feel pain
Just heard Urban Legend the day and it still bang
Get a (get it)
Make it double, want some weight, you some bigger muscles (you need it)
Finesse the plan, then work way throughout the filibuster
Tryin' not to a sucka, that's a hard job (ya dig)
But I'ma still try my hand a car show
Boy, been getting it out the mud since 14, making it do what it does
True trap

All I is more & more (aha)
Goin' to the grave I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, knows
Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for (You know this is)
bands (Yeah)
All I know is & more (aha) (more & more)
Goin' to the 'fore I'm going broke
Do it all against the odds, baby, lord
Puttin' on, homie, that's I was born for, uh huh
bands
All I is

Some more and some is all I know, man
You what I mean?
Big-big shit poppin' for a long time, you understand
Hey, we do this shit for bread and meat; we don't win then we eat, you understand?
Yeah, yeah, talk while we spit is we do all day, man
I mean, try to be as I can be
But truth be told, none of you nigga can't fuck me, you understand that?
It's the king, nigga
Come or high water, accept no substitution
Stay solid all the way it
Fuck a hater got to say
I did, can nobody undo
Build this with my bare hands, man
Bare to the greatness
It's you
This is the Dime