Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

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

We got the all the drugs, we need the lighters
We got guns like the fucking fighters
Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the words
Promise I don't I could get any higher
Had to a thank you note to my supplier
Please cut them lights on when I'm riding 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 brown
Riding in a drop a Glock and a fucking stick
VVS all on my neck, up
100 round drum in that TEC, up
up on you in a 'Vette, hold up
Pull up, bitches their neck, hold up
up on you in a ghost, hold up
Pull up, your bitch's throat, hold up
Niggas I make money rapping but bitch I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC with my Lightshow
Went to Avianne now my 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 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 think I could get any higher
Had to write a you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them on when I'm riding by, sir
Please cut them lights on, I am smoking fire

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

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