Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Reala

Check out the way I be yah
Four-door Bugatti, you me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer yah
my new case, I'm more realer than yah
Ace by the case, I'm realer than yah
Sleep with the K, I'm realer than yah

A regular day, I'm more than yah
on freeze, ain't gon never thaw out
Niggas shit, ain't gon never be found
Counting it up and I'm losing the
Fuck all this 'Tussin, this Act down
Strappin it up a whole hundred rounds
Sackin it up, ain't no fucking
We get that guap, ain't no fucking

Ice on below, this ain't ice
Hop on a private, regular flights
on your hoe, this is everyday life
I filled the safe up from cooking the
out the pyrex, the cake and the bowl
You shoot at fame, ya'll ain't my soul
in the game, I was hot as a stove
Pour out lean, I'm trynna let it go

Rocking Celine her to her toe
Fur on her back, in the she cold
VVs light up and glisten, they glow
Blinding eyesight, you never gon' see
Came out the 6, damn my on fleek
I made a mill in the of the week
I a chicken in the middle of the street
When I drop Patek the rate increase

Fuck all that poppin,' I with some bands
Shawty so yellow, she stay a tan
on me, got some rocks on my hand
Fuck the police, gotta with the can
I drop the top off a regular
Shawty on Perc, a drug at a day
I got the torch, I can't give it
no remorse, you get hit in the face

Check out the way I be yah
Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds drapped in my portfoli-yah
up a safe, I'm more realer than yah
Fuck my new case, I'm realer than yah
Ace by the case, I'm more than yah
with the K, I'm more realer than yah

A regular day, I'm more than yah
Diamonds on freeze, ain't gon never out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon be found
Counting it up and I'm the count
all this 'Tussin, this Act I'ma down
Strappin it up with a hundred rounds
Sackin it up, ain't no around
We get guap, ain't no fucking around

Four-door Bugatti, you a G
Brand new Millennium, might hit the
I stacked it up, get to having a
I ran it up like with me
Like it's Venus me
Got the Nina me
We screaming 'Freebandz,' money ain't free
I cook it up, cook up a key
I cook up a key I'ma charge you a fee
I did it first, it ain't but a trend

Swerve on a curb, it none but a Benz
I was on 2 two I took it to 10
Keep in one thou, rep the in the pen'
at the police, ain't coming back home
Down for my crew if they or they're wrong
Get to that money, that's all I
Shoot at your top, you ain't with homes

We hit the block, had a bag of stones
Jugged off a bale before I made a
ain't gon' tell you how I got it on
I'm not a failure, I'm in my zone
Paraphernalia, I you a chrome
Super when I put it on
We getting where I'm coming from
that lean like it's Dom Perignon

Check out the way I be yah
Four-door Bugatti, you me yah
they drapped in my portfoli-yah
Fill up a safe, I'm more realer yah
Fuck my new case, I'm more than yah
Ace by the case, I'm realer than yah
Sleep with the K, I'm realer than yah

A regular day, I'm more chiller yah
Diamonds on freeze, gon never throw out
Niggas talk shit, ain't gon never be
Counting it up and I'm the count
Fuck all this 'Tussin, Act I'ma down
Strappin it up a whole hundred rounds
it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no around

(Yeah) Young rich
bad bitches
That's all I (that's all I know)
sad to say that