Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where niggas get up, Berretta blown
Or whip the 200X lebanon
gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow pebbles on
Hugh Heffs
Favorite color purple, we would circle the
He talk base, in a I-8 clear doors we face
In life, in to get away from these whores
Or rolling uptown in stores
Stealing clothes in Macys, running out like five, six Valores
Thug couple Rugby boys who get fly and jaws
And take the stakes is yours

[Verse 2: Da Godson]
Rae told me victorys
They hating on my chain, misery from a
See my and hear me spitting, know Im reckless
First ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
shit, we on it, no matter what the joint
You the Hornets, you lost 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 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
on that trigger when that finger roll hell lay up
Wait up, its just homicide
I couldve you sooner
I just provided the
Whatever he on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta the tumor

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Blowing kush, watermelon flavor, no seeds
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 awards and tours
The world is ours, and any store accepting the card
Bought her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all
Hit it in the back, then fell back in the
Im busy chasing paper on the cash major
All we do is see numbers like an old school
Double your wager, we clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep mule and forty acres
Id rather forty mill and own a piece of the
Dancing devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you aint