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 need a
Right now she a Camry
That round like family
I ride with it
hit a lick and smoke a pound
I'm really with it
If I see them lights flash I'ma down down 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 phone for if you ain't
Rather not do club hopping, I like bank
out that bitch 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 hardens
If you ain't getting digits, nigga say

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
her out her panties if I say the right words
Promise I don't think I get any higher
Had to a thank you note to my supplier
Please don't cut lights on when I'm riding by, sir
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Cut the lights on, it, cut the lights off, diamonds lit
Couple VVS's on my neck the way my hit
I was 13, niggas, drinking that brown bitch
Riding in a drop 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, bitches break their neck, up
Pull up on you in a ghost, up
Pull up, break your throat, hold up
think I make money rapping but bitch I'm still selling dope
I'm in DC with my Lightshow
Went to now my fucking ice glow
And I keep a pistol that I go
I need no fucking shooter, young Savage gon' blow

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 might
Talk her out her panties if I say the 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 cut them lights on, I am smoking fire

Please hit the lights, that shit is bright
Please don't hit the lights, prescription in my Sprite
Please don't hit the lights, chopper on the inside
Please don't hit the lights, I might to spend the night
At the jailhouse, wait that bitch 'til I get bailed out
Outed by a cop, damn he a sellout
Most these niggas rats, they walkin' 'round here with they out
Ain't eyeballing shit, I whip this motherfucking 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 go to college, I rap automatics, cap guys
Finna pull up really deep like a capper
We get product and we that shit 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 bitch's own designer 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
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