Luyện nghe bài hát Need A Lighter

I like my bossy
This Lacoste fit, it me
A couple grammys on me now, I'm get 'em off me
I'm get a Grammy
And beach in Miami
My bitch might need a
Right now she a Camry
That hundred round like
I around with it
Might hit a and smoke a pound
I'm really down it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down imam hill 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 this phone for if you ain't shopping
Rather not do club hopping, I bank hopping
Walk out that bitch with them bags like I'm bank
Don't compare us to niggas cause they ain't mobbing
They starving, I'm cooking like I'm J. Harden
Watch young nigga go and get it quick as hardens
If you ain't getting digits, say nothing

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 panties if I say the right
Promise I don't I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my
Please don't cut them on when I'm riding by, sir
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Cut the lights on, fuck it, cut the lights off, lit
Couple VVS's on my 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 drum in that TEC, hold up
Pull up on you in a 'Vette, up
Pull up, bitches break their neck, up
up on you in a ghost, hold up
Pull up, break bitch's throat, hold up
Niggas think I make rapping but bitch I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC my nigga Lightshow
to Avianne now my fucking ice glow
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 just need the
We got army guns 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 don't I could get any higher
Had to write a thank you note to my
Please don't cut 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 don't hit the lights, this in my Sprite
Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the seat
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 cop, damn he a sellout
Most niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they tail out
Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this 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 product and we that shit up like a hot pie
My bitch to cook, hope she put lobster in the potpie
AR-15 bullet 'bout the same as a hot fry
Wore that bitch's own designer bag a fly guy

We got the all the drugs, we just the lighters
We got guns like the fucking fighters
Let that bitch convince me, pop a half, I might
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 lights on, I am smoking fire