Luyện nghe bài hát Millions

You what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
We get that

millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
Millions millions in the
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet

millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas choppas in the

This shit that y'all wanted
shit cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my on it
But this shit like God don't it?
Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga and gotta pay your tithes, nigga
Call my Phantom the ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, nigga
Pop tags I'm paranoid, cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop that powder came for that knot saved in that shoe box
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that fox
This big face is in Blu-ray and black diamonds like boondocks
I restore the feelin' of when niggas a killin'
Hidin' in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces, loud with ill intentions
so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah!

Millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
Millions millions in the
millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas choppas in the
choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the

millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
Millions millions in the
millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet
choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the

I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home
outcome, a dope boy got one motive
Cries when he convicted, cried on visit
I'm cryin' sayin' his name, ride for all my
Used to fiddle my finger 'til I me a fortune
Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France morning
Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my A
Never see me in Neiman's, committin' treason
Soft loafer preferred, frost, herb
away from the Forbes, if I only could tell you more
I got I got that, I got that I got this
Got a for 20, my choppas say I'm the shit

Millions millions in the
millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet

Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions millions in the
millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet

This that shit ask for
Make a nigga mash on the gas,
Two-door, four-door, through the hood like task force
Fast forward--oops! They say they see proof
My record sales ain't as theirs and we still ride the same coupes
How we still fuck the same hoes, why we buy the same clothes
How we got the same watch, I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
Dope boys, gold mine, that price and that coke rise
Then set it over that blue flame then hang it dry like
I restore the feelin' of when niggas a killin'
Hidin' choppas in the closet, a million in the ceiling
Got the razor on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the
Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all bitches

Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
choppas in the closet
Choppas in the closet
choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the

Millions in the ceiling
millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Millions in the ceiling
Choppas choppas in the
Choppas in the closet
Choppas choppas in the
choppas in the closet

This shit that ya'll wanted
This sound like God don't it

This that shit that ya'll
This sound like God don't it

that shit that ya'll wanted
This sound like God don't it

that shit that ya'll wanted
This shit like God don't it