Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

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

[Verse 2: Da Godson]
Rae told me victorys
They hating on my chain, misery from a
See my YouTube and me spitting, know Im reckless
First ever 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 could spit a and be on
This beat feel I should rhyme with some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told everybody get your up
But back to the real shit, wave up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I hope he pay up
Hand on that trigger that finger roll hell lay up
up, its just homicide humor
I couldve you sooner
I just provided the
Whatever he rhyming on, Ill it to you
Im a phenomenon, with the tumor

3]
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
Young hustlers, dreaming awards and tours
The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit
Bought her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all
Hit it in the back, then back in the callback
Im busy chasing paper on the rule major
All we do is see like an old school pager
Double your wager, we busy clocking like
Time waits for no man, man dont be a
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 it, everything that you aint ever