Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where get tied up, Berretta blown
Or whip the vanilla lebanon
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 rebels
Out in Grenada, snow pebbles on prosperous
Hugh fucking?
color purple, we would circle 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 in Macys, running out with like five, six Valores
Thug couple Rugby who get fly and break jaws
And papes the stakes is yours

2: Fred Da Godson]
Rae me victorys unexpected
hating on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my and hear me spitting, know Im reckless
First ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no matter what the
You the Hornets, you Chris Paul, whats your point?
I could spit a and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme with some on
I would wrong if I told everybody get weight up
But to the real shit, that wave up, phase 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 bodied you sooner
I just the rumor
he rhyming on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta with the

3]
Blowing exotic kush, watermelon flavor, no
Burn it by the O-Z, imported O-T
Export it from T-O, to the OG
Flips is high risk, but the is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and
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 chasing paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers an old school pager
Double your wager, we busy clocking like
Time waits for no man, man be a hater
Land of opportunity, your mule and forty acres
Id rather forty mill and own a of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two stepping saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything you aint ever