Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, blown
Or whip the vanilla lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 rebels
Out in Grenada, chilling pebbles on prosperous
Heffs fucking?
Favorite color purple, we would 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 boys who get fly and jaws
And take papes the stakes is

[Verse 2: Fred Da
Rae me victorys unexpected
They hating on my chain, from a necklace
See my YouTube and me spitting, know Im reckless
First nigga ever selling on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no what the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, your point?
I spit a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should with some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told get your weight up
But back to the real shit, that wave up, up
If he owe me dough, I that he pay up
Hand on that when that finger roll hell lay up
Wait up, its just humor
I couldve you sooner
I provided the rumor
he rhyming on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, with the tumor

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Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no
Burn it by the O-Z, from O-T
Export it T-O, salute to the OG
Flips is high risk, but the is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming awards and tours
The is ours, and any store accepting the credit card
her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then back in the callback
Im busy chasing paper on the cash major
All we do is see numbers like an old pager
Double wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
waits for no man, man dont be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your mule and forty
Id rather forty mill and own a piece of the
Dancing with devils, and two with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you ever