Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I my bitches bossy
Lacoste fit, it cost me
A grammys on me now, I'm tryna get 'em off me
I'm get a Grammy
And beach in Miami
My bitch might a Beamer
Right now she drive a
hundred round like family
I around with it
Might hit a lick and a pound
I'm down with it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down imam down it
That mean I stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin'
Nigga who is you and you from? you ain't poppin'
Fuck you call this phone for if you shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank
Walk out that bitch them bags like I'm bank robbing
Don't compare us to these niggas cause they ain't
They starving, bitch I'm like I'm J. Harden
Watch young go and get it quick as clay hardens
If you ain't getting digits, 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 might
her out her panties if I say the right words
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 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 bitch
Riding in a with a Glock and a fucking stick
VVS all on my neck, up
100 round in that TEC, hold up
up on you in a 'Vette, hold up
Pull up, break 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 nigga
Went to Avianne now my ice glow
And I a pistol everywhere that I go
I don't need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon'

We got the all the drugs, we need the lighters
We got guns like the fucking fighters
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 thank you to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking

don't hit the lights, that shit is bright
Please don't hit the lights, this prescription in my
Please hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside
Please don't hit the lights, I might to spend the night
At the jailhouse, inside that bitch 'til I get bailed out
Outed by a cop, damn he a sellout
Most these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round 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 didn't go to college, I rap automatics, cap
pull up really really deep like a capper
We get and we split that shit up like a hot pie
My bitch to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
AR-15 bullet 'bout the length as a hot fry
Wore that bitch's own designer bag 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 if I say the right words
Promise I don't I could get any higher
Had to write a you note to my supplier
Please don't cut them lights on I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am smoking