Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, blown
Or whip the vanilla lebanon
gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, snow pebbles on prosperous
Heffs fucking?
Favorite color purple, we would the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing doors we face
In life, in trying to get away these whores
Or rolling uptown in stores
Stealing in Macys, running out with like five, six Valores
Thug Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And papes the stakes is yours

[Verse 2: Da Godson]
Rae me victorys unexpected
They on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know Im
First nigga ever metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no what the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, whats your
I spit a freestyle and be on
beat feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabees on
I wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
But back to the shit, that 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 homicide humor
I couldve bodied you
I just provided the
he rhyming on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta with the

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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
Flips is high risk, but the is low key
hustlers, dreaming about awards and tours
The world is ours, and any store accepting the card
Bought fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, fell back in the callback
Im chasing paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers like an old school
Double your wager, we busy clocking Flavor
Time for no man, man dont be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your mule and acres
Id rather forty mill and own a of the Lakers
Dancing devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything you aint ever