Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

[Verse 1:
the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Berretta blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 rebels
Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on
Hugh fucking?
Favorite color purple, we would circle the
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we
In life, in trying to get from these whores
Or uptown in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macys, running out with 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
They hating on my chain, misery from a
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, Im reckless
First nigga selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no what the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, your point?
I spit a freestyle and be on
This feel like I should rhyme with some Wallabees on
I would if I told 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 trigger when that finger roll hell lay up
up, its just homicide humor
I couldve 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 kush, watermelon flavor, no seeds
Burn it by the O-Z, imported 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 is ours, and any store accepting the credit card
her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, fell back in the callback
Im busy chasing paper on the cash rule
All we do is see like an old school pager
your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your mule and acres
Id rather mill and own a piece of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two stepping saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything you aint ever