Luyện nghe bài hát More Milli

[Intro -

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

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich white candy paint job fly
Big on the loose
Got my riding five
And time I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I light the up
Back on my saddle, blowing purple out the
paint, rally stripe, bitch shining like us
Pearl Maybach, hatchback
Automatic stash spot under the rack
Bitch, ready to spray
Foreign grinds, hard
Getting mines, you Uptown, big time, doing 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 know how it go
One

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

[Verse 2 -

You're now with the most 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 popularity
About to my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched
"Thank Me Later", first I'm taking all bets
Because a million really isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my shades on till the flash stops
This for my L.A. girls them implants
And all my D.C. girls getting ass shots
Got them for a shortie, go ahead bust it open
I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard nothing's spoken
Haters talk it like my isn't enough promotion
And I just lost the Gucci in the fucking ocean
Damn, I the problems of a teen star
Are all the conversations I had between y'all
And dog funny
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all cash

3 - Bun B]
Well it's that big nigga in his big body car
Got a big body bopper that million dollar car
She said "daddy I 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 prescriptions to access
Laying on a mattress with favorite actress
My flow was going out, I said "baby 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 than molasses, this time you an assed it
it up smooth, this a jack don't move
This is murder music don't disturb this groove
2 Trill Ent., Money, and A Koppa Zone
We true players, die, till the chromosome