Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

1: Raekwon]
This the Terrordome, where get tied up, Berretta blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X
gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling pebbles on prosperous
Hugh Heffs
Favorite color purple, we circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing clear doors we
In life, in trying to get away from these
Or rolling uptown in stores
clothes in Macys, running out with like five, six Valores
Thug couple boys who get fly and break jaws
And take papes the is yours

[Verse 2: Fred Da
Rae me victorys unexpected
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 Chris Paul, your point?
I could spit a and be on
This beat feel like I should with some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I everybody get your 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 when that roll hell lay up
up, its just homicide humor
I bodied you sooner
I provided the rumor
Whatever he rhyming on, Ill it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta the tumor

3]
Blowing exotic kush, flavor, no seeds
Burn it by the O-Z, from O-T
Export it T-O, salute 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 the credit card
Bought her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all
Hit it in the back, then fell in the callback
Im chasing paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers like an old pager
your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time for no man, man dont be a hater
Land of opportunity, your mule and forty acres
Id forty mill and own a piece of the Lakers
with devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you aint