Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Reala

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 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 realer than yah

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

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

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

Fuck all poppin,' I stay with some bands
so yellow, she stay with a tan
Diamonds on me, got some on my hand
Fuck the police, gotta stay the can
I drop the top off a regular
Shawty on Perc, this a at a day
I got the torch, I give it away
no remorse, you get hit in the face

Check out the way I be yah
Bugatti, you mention me yah
Diamonds they drapped in my
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 realer yah
Sleep with the K, I'm realer than yah

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

Four-door Bugatti, you a G
new Millennium, might hit the streets
I stacked it up, get to a feast
I ran it up like Serena me
Like it's with me
Got the Nina me
We screaming 'Freebandz,' this ain't free
I cook it up, I'ma up a key
When I cook up a key I'ma you a fee
I did it first, it none but a trend

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

We hit the block, had a bag of stones
Jugged off a before I made a song
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
exclusive when I put it on
We zooted 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
my new case, I'm more realer than yah
Ace by the case, I'm more realer yah
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer yah

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

(Yeah) rich nigga
Fucking bad
That's all I (that's all I know)
sad to say that