Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Reala

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bugatti, you mention a G
Brand new Millennium, might hit the
I it up, get to having a feast
I ran it up like with me
Like it's with me
Got the Nina me
We screaming 'Freebandz,' money ain't free
I cook it up, cook up a key
When I up a key I'ma charge you a fee
I did it first, it ain't none but a

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

We hit the block, had a bag of stones
off a bale before I made a song
They ain't 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 zooted where I'm coming from
Toasting that lean like Dom Perignon

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

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

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