Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I like my bossy
This Lacoste fit, it me
A couple grammys on me now, I'm get 'em off me
I'm tryna get a
And beach in Miami
My bitch might need a
Right now she a Camry
That hundred round family
I ride with it
Might hit a lick and a pound
I'm really with it
If I see them flash I'ma down imam down hill it
That mean I ain't stoppin', up like I ain't poppin'
who is you and where you from? you ain't poppin'
Fuck you call phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank
Walk out that bitch with them bags I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these niggas cause ain't mobbing
They starving, bitch I'm cooking like I'm J.
Watch young nigga go and get it quick as hardens
If you ain't getting digits, say nothing

We got the all the drugs, we just need the
We got guns like the fucking fighters
Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might
Talk her out her panties if I say the right
Promise I don't I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm by, sir
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Cut the on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
VVS's on my neck the way my diamonds hit
I was 13, robbin' niggas, drinking that bitch
Riding in a drop with a Glock and a fucking
VVS all on my neck, up
100 round in that TEC, hold up
Pull up on you in a 'Vette, up
Pull up, bitches break neck, hold up
Pull up on you in a ghost, up
Pull up, your bitch's throat, hold up
Niggas think I make money rapping but I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC with my Lightshow
Went to now my fucking ice glow
And I keep a pistol everywhere I go
I don't no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow

We got the all the drugs, we need the lighters
We got army guns like the fucking
Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might
Talk her out her panties if I say the right
I don't think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you to my supplier
don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut lights on, I am smoking fire

Please don't hit the lights, that is bright
Please don't hit the lights, this in my Sprite
don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside
Please hit the lights, I might have to spend the night
At the jailhouse, wait that bitch 'til I get bailed out
by a black cop, damn he a sellout
Most these niggas rats, walkin' 'round here with they tail out
Ain't shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out
I god for rap but I'm a motherfucking trap god
Lot of niggas down so my first speed is my strap guy
I go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys
Finna up really really deep like a capper
We get and we split that shit up like a hot pie
My like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
AR-15 'bout the same length as a hot fry
Wore bitch's own designer bag like a fly guy

We got the all the drugs, we just need the
We got army guns like the fucking
Let bitch convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the words
Promise I don't I could get any higher
Had to write a you note to my supplier
don't cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking