Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

1: Raekwon]
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, blown
Or whip the 200X lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 strong
Out in Grenada, chilling pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heffs
Favorite color purple, we would the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 clear doors we face
In life, in to get away from these whores
Or uptown in gambling stores
Stealing in Macys, running out with like five, six Valores
Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and break
And take papes the stakes is

[Verse 2: Fred Da
Rae told me victorys
hating on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know Im
First nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's
Fresh shit, we on it, no matter the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Paul, whats your point?
I could spit a and be on
This beat feel I should rhyme with some Wallabees on
I wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
But back to the real shit, that up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I hope he pay up
Hand on that trigger when that roll hell lay up
Wait up, its just homicide
I couldve bodied you
I just provided the
Whatever he on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta with the

3]
Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no
it by the O-Z, imported from O-T
Export it from T-O, to the OG
is high risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming awards and tours
The world is ours, and any accepting the credit card
her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then fell in the callback
Im busy paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers an old school 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 with devils, and two with saints
We young, black, and it, everything that you aint ever