Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I my bitches bossy
This fit, it cost me
A couple grammys on me now, I'm get 'em off me
I'm tryna get a
And house in Miami
My bitch might need a
Right now she a Camry
That hundred round like
I ride with it
Might hit a lick and a pound
I'm really down it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down imam hill it
That mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't
Nigga who is you and where you you ain't poppin'
Fuck you call this for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank
Walk out that with them bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these cause they ain't mobbing
They starving, bitch I'm cooking I'm J. Harden
Watch young nigga go and get it quick as clay
If you ain't getting digits, nigga say

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 swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right
Promise I think I could get any higher
Had to a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on I'm riding by, sir
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Cut the lights on, it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
Couple on my neck the way my diamonds hit
I was 13, robbin' niggas, drinking that bitch
in a drop with a Glock and a fucking stick
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 their neck, 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 selling
I'm in DC my nigga Lightshow
Went to Avianne now my fucking ice
And I keep a pistol that I go
I don't need no fucking shooter, Savage gon' blow

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

don't hit the lights, that shit is bright
Please don't hit the lights, this in my Sprite
Please 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
Outed by a black cop, damn he a
Most these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they out
eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking scale out
I thank god for rap but I'm a motherfucking god
Lot of niggas down so my speed dial 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 bullet 'bout the 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 the fucking fighters
Let that bitch me, pop a half, I might swerve
her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I could get any
Had to write a you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on when I'm by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am fire