Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Berretta
Or the vanilla 200X lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 strong
Out in Grenada, chilling pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heffs
Favorite purple, we would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear we face
In life, in to get away from 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 papes the is yours

2: Fred Da Godson]
Rae told me unexpected
They hating on my chain, misery from a
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, know Im
nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no what the joint
You the Hornets, you Chris Paul, whats your point?
I could spit a and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told everybody get weight up
But back to the shit, that wave 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 bodied you sooner
I just provided the
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, imported O-T
it from T-O, salute to the OG
Flips is risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and
The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit
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 numbers an old school pager
Double your wager, we busy like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your and forty acres
Id rather forty mill and own a piece of the
with devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything you aint ever