Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

1: Raekwon]
This the Terrordome, where niggas get up, Berretta blown
Or the vanilla 200X lebanon
gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heffs
Favorite color purple, we would circle the
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we
In life, in trying to get away from whores
Or rolling in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macys, running out with like five, six
Thug couple boys who get fly and break jaws
And papes the stakes is yours

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

3]
Blowing kush, watermelon 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 is ours, and any store accepting the credit card
Bought fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then back in the callback
Im busy paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers like an old school
your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time for no man, man dont be a hater
of opportunity, keep your mule and forty acres
Id rather forty mill and own a of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two stepping with
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you aint