Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where get tied up, Berretta blown
Or the vanilla 200X lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 strong
Out in Grenada, snow pebbles on prosperous
Hugh fucking?
Favorite purple, we would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear we face
In life, in trying to get away these whores
Or rolling uptown in gambling
Stealing clothes in Macys, running out with like five, six
Thug Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take the stakes is yours

[Verse 2: Fred Da
Rae told me victorys
They on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my and hear me spitting, know Im reckless
First ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no matter the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, whats point?
I could a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I rhyme with some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told get your weight up
But back to the real shit, wave up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I hope he pay up
Hand on that when that finger roll hell lay up
Wait up, its just homicide
I bodied you sooner
I just the rumor
Whatever he rhyming on, Ill it to you
Im a phenomenon, with the tumor

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Blowing kush, watermelon flavor, no seeds
it by the O-Z, imported from O-T
Export it T-O, salute to the OG
is high risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, about awards and tours
The world is ours, and any accepting the credit card
Bought fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, fell back in the callback
Im busy chasing paper on the cash major
All we do is see numbers like an old pager
Double your wager, we busy like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man dont be a
of opportunity, keep your mule and forty acres
Id rather forty mill and own a piece of the
Dancing devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you ever