Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

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

2: Fred Da Godson]
Rae told me victorys
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 lost Paul, whats your point?
I spit a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme with some on
I would wrong if I told everybody get weight up
But back to the real shit, that up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I hope he pay up
Hand on trigger when that finger roll hell lay up
Wait up, its homicide humor
I couldve you sooner
I provided the rumor
Whatever he rhyming on, Ill it to you
Im a phenomenon, with the tumor

3]
Blowing exotic kush, flavor, no seeds
it by the O-Z, imported from 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 world is ours, and any store the credit card
Bought fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, then fell back in the
Im busy chasing paper on the rule major
All we do is see like an old school pager
Double your wager, we busy like Flavor
Time for no man, man dont be a hater
of opportunity, keep your mule and forty acres
Id rather forty mill and own a of the Lakers
with devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you aint