Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, niggas get tied up, Berretta blown
Or the vanilla 200X lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 rebels
Out in Grenada, snow pebbles on prosperous
Heffs fucking?
Favorite purple, we would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we
In life, in trying to get from these whores
Or rolling in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macys, out with like five, six Valores
Thug couple Rugby who get fly and break jaws
And take the stakes is yours

2: Fred Da Godson]
Rae told me unexpected
hating on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my and hear me spitting, know Im reckless
nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no matter the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, whats point?
I spit a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme with some on
I wrong if I told everybody get your weight up
But to the real 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 just homicide
I couldve you sooner
I provided the rumor
he rhyming on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta with the

3]
Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no
Burn it by the O-Z, imported O-T
Export it from T-O, to the OG
is high risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and
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 chasing paper on the cash major
All we do is see like an old school pager
Double wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man be a hater
Land of opportunity, your mule and forty acres
Id rather mill and own a piece of the Lakers
with devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, that you aint ever