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

Valentino summers and runners
Chains on my like slave runners
dealers anonymous
How many can that Mazda fit?
My brick talk is more obvious, it's ominous
Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and
Blonde the collection I'm Dennis Rodman
The money count is the moment of silence
Cause hush money balances all drugs and violence
Hat under my mattress
Date I stop still has an asterisk it
After all I can make a
I can baptize a
As I wash my sins like a catholic
Who the fuck ain't this
America's nightmare's in
Children of a God when your melanin's got a tint
And I even mention what I sent or what I spent
my name in 18 wheelers is evidence
I put my boos in those collections
a bitch
A to Z on her collection, take your pick
Paid in full like '86, Gs on my
The new Gucci has less monograms, got him
Let he without sin cast the stone
So I built that all quad level first home
Shatter all of misconceptions
Hold all of them weapons
You thought I would miss my
The misdirection ya

Your husband was drug
For 14 years he sold crack

Federico Fellini in the
Sergio inside his mesh
Bitch I been brackin' the '80s
me baby, you crazy
'89 in pull the Benz up
Type it in, Google's your bruh
drug dealer and still counting
Who the medal of freedom is my accountant
He hula hooping through loop holes, working around shit
IRS should've had the surrounded
Thanks to the
I marbled the
I the floor up
Yeah, that's for Koi
We been dining on
I walk though the garage like multiple choices
I told 'em pull the up
I'm getting ghost, I'm noises
I it's the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche
We got storefronts, we got employee
We been opening studios and up
The paper trail is
Cases we 'em
Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung
Bling
Every time I come around your bling bling
My took me through Virginia
Ask Teddy 'bout me
Ask the 'bout me
Tried to build a cell me
Snatched my Emory up
Tried to get him to tell me
He 12, "Gimme 12"
He told them to go to hell me
Drug anonymous
Y'all think the future, our cars been autonomous
Mules move the drums, take 'em to different
We just call the shots by moving our thumbs
I'm a course of miracles with shit
Nothing can be threatened, nothing unreal exists
Herein lies the of God
I knew I was a prophet, but I couldn't find a decent job
made me ambidextrous
Countin' with my right, whipping' white my left wrist
Daniel
FBI keep bringing them all white vans