Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I like my bitches
This Lacoste fit, it 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 a Beamer
now she drive a Camry
That hundred round family
I around with it
hit a lick and smoke a pound
I'm down with it
If I see them lights flash down imam down hill it
That mean I ain't stoppin', up like I ain't poppin'
Nigga who is you and where you from? you poppin'
you call this phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do hopping, I like bank hopping
out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these niggas 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 ain't digits, nigga say nothing

We got the all the drugs, we just need the
We got army guns like the fucking
Let that convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the words
I don't think 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 on, fuck it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
Couple 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 TEC, hold 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 think I make money rapping but bitch I'm still dope
I'm in DC with my Lightshow
Went to Avianne now my fucking ice
And I keep a pistol that I go
I don't no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow

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

Please hit the lights, that shit is bright
don't hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite
Please hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside
Please don't hit the lights, I might have to spend the
At the jailhouse, wait that bitch 'til I get bailed out
Outed by a black cop, damn he a
these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out
Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking out
I thank god for rap but I'm a trap god
Lot of niggas down so my first speed dial is my 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 up like a hot pie
My bitch like to cook, hope she put in the potpie
AR-15 bullet 'bout the length as a hot fry
Wore that bitch's own bag like a fly guy

We got the all the drugs, we just the lighters
We got guns like the fucking fighters
Let that convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the words
I don't 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
don't cut them lights on, I am smoking fire