Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, where niggas get tied up, Berretta
Or whip the vanilla lebanon
gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow on prosperous
Heffs fucking?
Favorite purple, we would circle the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 racing doors we face
In life, in to get away from these whores
Or rolling uptown in gambling
Stealing clothes in Macys, running out with like five, six
Thug Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take the stakes is yours

[Verse 2: Fred Da
Rae told me unexpected
They hating on my chain, misery from a
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, Im reckless
First nigga ever selling on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no what the joint
You the Hornets, you Chris Paul, whats your point?
I could a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should with some Wallabees on
I would wrong if I told everybody get your 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 homicide humor
I bodied you sooner
I just the rumor
Whatever he on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, Travolta with the

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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 accepting the credit card
Bought fly boosters, designer shades, and all that
Hit it in the back, fell back in the callback
Im busy paper on the cash rule major
All we do is see numbers an old school pager
your wager, we busy clocking like Flavor
Time waits for no man, man dont be a
Land of opportunity, keep mule and forty acres
Id rather forty and own a piece of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two stepping saints
We young, black, and getting it, everything that you aint