Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

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

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

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Blowing exotic kush, flavor, no seeds
Burn it by the O-Z, from O-T
it from T-O, salute to the OG
Flips is risk, but the moves is low key
hustlers, dreaming about awards and tours
The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit
Bought her: fly boosters, shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then fell 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 clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your and forty acres
Id rather mill and own a piece of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything you aint ever