Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 rebels
Out in Grenada, chilling snow on prosperous
Hugh fucking?
color purple, we would circle the jets
He base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we face
In life, in trying to get away these whores
Or uptown in gambling stores
Stealing in Macys, running out with like five, six Valores
couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take the stakes is yours

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

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Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no
Burn it by the O-Z, from O-T
it from 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 accepting the credit card
Bought her: fly boosters, shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then fell back in the
Im busy paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see like an old school pager
your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man dont be a
Land of opportunity, keep mule and forty acres
Id rather forty mill and own a of the Lakers
Dancing devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, that you aint ever