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
it how we live it
Moula,
You what it is, young boy that
Yeah it's big money baby boy
Ain't of that little bitty
More, more, more,
More, more, more,

1 - Birdman]
Yeah, ostrich pearl white paint job fly
Big timer on the
Got my bitch five
And time I pull up, you know I'm iced up
When I step up in the club, I light the up
on my saddle, blowing purple out the truck
Candy paint, rally stripe, shining like us
white Maybach, hatchback
Automatic strap stash spot the rack
Bitch, ready to that
Foreign grinds, hard
mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing time
You know, Harley Davis
Cash Money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh, baby
Black, gold, hundred mill' off the
told now you know how it go bitch
One

Little
More, more, more,
Hustle to the
More, more, more,
Hustle to the

2 - Drake]

You're now fucking with the most
The young that everybody is so obsessed with
black on black '62 float majestic
Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm so connected
Caught up in a contest
About to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my stretched
"Thank Me Later", first week I'm all bets
Because a million copies isn't farfetched
Yeah, I keep credit cards in knots
I keep my darkest shades on till the stops
for my L.A. girls getting them implants
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 heard when spoken
Haters talk it my buzz isn't enough promotion
And I lost the Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
Damn, I the problems of a teen star
Are confused all the conversations I had y'all
And dog funny
Pay me what you owe me nigga, all money

3 - Bun B]
Well that big body nigga in his big body car
Got a big body with 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 your favorite actress
My flow was going out, I "baby pass the matches"
Then let her top me off while I'm off the ashes
Classic but classless, you up but gasless
A here, Bun said 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 don't disturb groove
2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Zone
We true players, die, the last chromosome