Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I like my bossy
Lacoste fit, it cost me
A couple on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me
I'm get a Grammy
And beach house in
My bitch need a Beamer
Right now she a Camry
hundred round like family
I around with it
Might hit a and smoke a pound
I'm down with it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down imam hill it
That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up I ain't poppin'
Nigga who is you and where you you ain't poppin'
you call this phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I bank hopping
Walk out that bitch with bags like I'm bank robbing
compare us to these niggas cause they ain't mobbing
They starving, bitch I'm like I'm J. Harden
Watch young go and get it quick as clay hardens
If you getting digits, nigga say nothing

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

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

Please don't hit the lights, that shit is
Please don't hit the lights, prescription in my Sprite
Please don't hit the lights, on the seat inside
Please hit the lights, I might have to spend the night
At the jailhouse, wait inside bitch 'til I get bailed out
Outed by a cop, damn he a sellout
these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out
Ain't shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out
I thank god for rap but I'm a trap god
Lot of niggas down so my first dial is my strap guy
I go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys
Finna up really really deep like a capper
We get product and we split that up like a hot pie
My like to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
bullet '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 need the lighters
We got army guns like the fucking
Let that bitch me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the words
Promise I think I could get any higher
Had to write a you note to my supplier
Please don't cut lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut lights on, I am smoking fire