Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: Fred the

1: Raekwon]
This the Terrordome, where niggas get up, Berretta blown
Or whip the vanilla 200X
Doofie gauge, 38s, 300 strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow on prosperous
Heffs fucking?
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 uptown in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macys, out with like five, six Valores
Thug couple Rugby who get fly and break jaws
And take papes the is yours

[Verse 2: Fred Da
Rae me victorys unexpected
They on my chain, misery from a necklace
See my YouTube and me spitting, know Im reckless
First nigga ever metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no matter what the
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, your point?
I could spit a and be on
This beat feel like I rhyme with some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told everybody get your 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 finger roll hell lay up
Wait up, its just homicide
I bodied you sooner
I just provided the
Whatever he rhyming on, Ill it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta with the

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Blowing kush, watermelon flavor, no seeds
Burn it by the O-Z, imported O-T
Export it T-O, salute to the OG
is high risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming about and tours
The world is ours, and any store the credit card
Bought fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, fell back in the callback
Im busy chasing paper on the cash rule
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 and forty acres
Id rather forty and own a piece of the Lakers
Dancing devils, and two stepping with saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you ever