Luyện nghe bài hát Drug Dealers Anonymous (M.W.P. Remix)

Valentino summers and wave
Chains on my like slave runners
dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that fit?
My brick talk is than obvious, it's ominous
Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and
Blonde the collection I'm Dennis Rodman
The money is the only moment of silence
hush money balances all this drugs and violence
Hat trick my mattress
Date I stop still has an asterisk it
all I can make a call
I can baptize a
As I wash away my sins a catholic
Who the fuck ain't mastered
nightmare's in Flint
Children of a lesser God when your melanin's got a
And I can't even mention I sent or what I spent
Cause my in 18 wheelers is evidence
I put my boos in cruise collections
a bitch
A to Z on her shoe collection, your pick
Paid in like '86, Gs on my body
The new Gucci has monograms, God's got him
Let he without sin cast the first
So I built that all glass level first home
all of your misconceptions
Hold all of them weapons
You thought I would my blessing
The misdirection ya

husband was drug dealer
For 14 years he crack cocaine

Fellini in the flesh
Sergio inside his mesh
Bitch I been brackin' since the
me baby, you crazy
'89 in London pull the up
Type it in, your friend bruh
drug dealer and still counting
Who deserves the medal of is my accountant
He been hula hooping loop holes, working around shit
IRS should've had the surrounded
to the lawyers
I marbled the
I tore the up
Yeah, that's for Koi
We been dining on
I walk though the garage it's like choices
I told 'em pull the up
I'm getting ghost, I'm noises
I think the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got stubs
We opening studios and 40/40s up
The paper trail is
Cases we 'em
Before Reasonable dropped, the jury hung
bling
Every time I come around your city bling
My tenure me through Virginia
Ask Riley 'bout me
Ask the Federalis me
Tried to a cell around me
my nigga Emory up
Tried to get him to tell me
He 12, "Gimme 12"
He told to go to hell about me
Drug anonymous
Y'all think Uber's the future, our been autonomous
move the drums, take 'em to different spots
We just call the shots by moving our thumbs
I'm a of miracles with this shit
Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal
Herein 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
Daniel
FBI keep bringing all white vans through