Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Dealers Anonymous

Valentino and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like runners
Drug anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda
My talk is more than obvious, it's ominous
Garages, the Phantom, Ghouls, Ghosts and
Blonde mohawk the collection I'm Rodman
The money count is the only of silence
'Cause hush money all this drugs and violence
Hat trick my mattress
Date I still has an asterisk after it
After all I can make a
I can baptize a
As I wash away my sins like a
Who the fuck ain't mastered
America's in Flint
Children of a lesser God your melanin's got a tint
And I can't even what I sent or what I spent
'Cause my in 18 wheelers is evidence
I put my in those cruise collections
Life's a
A to Z on her shoe collection, take your
Paid in like '86, Gs on my body
The new Gucci has monograms, God's got him
Let he without sin cast the stone
So I that all glass quad level first home
Shatter all of misconceptions
Hold all of missing weapons
You thought I would miss my
The misdirection ya

Your husband was drug
For 14 years he sold crack

Fellini in the flesh
Sergio inside his mesh
Bitch I been since the '80s
Google me baby, you
'89 in pull the Benz up
Type it in, Google's your friend
14-year dealer and still counting
Who deserves the of freedom is my accountant
He been hula hooping loop holes, working 'round shit
IRS had the townhouses surrounded
Thanks to the
I the foyer
I tore the up
Yeah, for Koi fish
We been on oysters
I walk through the it's like multiple choices
I told 'em the Royce up
I'm getting ghost, I'm hearing
I think it's the boys, but I banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got stubs
We been opening and 40/40s up
The paper is gorgeous
Cases we 'em
Before Reasonable dropped, the jury hung
Bling
Every time I come your city bling bling
My took me through Virginia
Ask Teddy Riley me
Ask the 'bout me
Tried to build a cell me
my nigga Emory up
Tried to get him to about me
He 12, "Gimme 12"
He them to go to Hell about me
Drug anonymous
Y'all think Uber's the future, our cars been
Mules move the drums, 'em to different spots
We just call the shots by simply moving our
I'm a course of with this shit
Nothing real can be threatened, unreal exists
Therein the piece of God
I always I was a prophet, but I couldn't find a decent job
Life made me
Countin' with my right, whipping' white my left wrist
Daaaaaaaamn
FBI keep them all white vans through