Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I my bitches 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 in Miami
My bitch might a Beamer
Right now she a Camry
hundred round like family
I ride around it
hit a lick and smoke a pound
I'm down with it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down imam down it
mean I ain't stoppin', turn up like I ain't poppin'
Nigga who is you and where you from? you poppin'
Fuck you call this phone for if you shopping
Rather not do hopping, I like bank hopping
Walk out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank
Don't compare us to these niggas cause they mobbing
They starving, bitch I'm cooking like I'm J.
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 the lighters
We got army guns 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
P
Cut the on, fuck 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 with a Glock and a fucking stick
VVS all on my neck, up
100 round drum in that TEC, up
Pull up on you in a 'Vette, up
Pull up, bitches their neck, hold up
up on you in a ghost, hold up
Pull up, break bitch's throat, hold up
Niggas think I make money rapping but bitch I'm selling dope
I'm in DC with my nigga
Went to now my fucking ice glow
And I a pistol everywhere that I go
I don't need no shooter, young Savage gon' blow

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

Please don't hit the lights, shit is bright
Please hit the lights, this prescription in my Sprite
don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat inside
Please don't hit the lights, I might to spend the night
At the jailhouse, wait inside that bitch I get bailed out
by a black cop, damn he a sellout
Most these niggas rats, they '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 down so my first speed 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 shit up like a hot pie
My bitch like to cook, she put lobster in the potpie
AR-15 '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 just need the
We got army guns like the fighters
Let that convince me, pop a half, I might swerve
Talk her out her panties if I say the right
Promise I think I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my
Please cut them lights on when I'm riding by, sir
Please don't cut them lights on, I am fire