Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
man, you hear what I said
having a slumber party all my bitches counting
made man, also as Papi Chulo
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist on frio, call me chilly chill
head and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still smoking sickie, it no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch keep on dancing

bills on top of dollar bills
thats all Im throwing, if she her momma will
n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a tryna live

made man, you hear I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, called the
made men, Im screaming bills
park the trunk on the
there go, Dollar bills

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with
cant see shit, I dont know the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches me that I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
spending money, I call it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I call it
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I just walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a
tattoo on ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying bitches furs, Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the to do it, its only right to do it
love me head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
still my team, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

[Rick - Verse 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that bitch
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you still a baby boy, we doing big
street n-ggas, you hear what I
I got some bad news, back in the feds
facing twenty, he just did a
been out a year, look he finna ride
genocide, these people time
you in a hole, you must be penalised
soon as you see success, reinvest
miami gardens drive, half a million less
the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off