Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

You niggas talking about this man
I'm to fuck 100,000 right now
Aye, dang,

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma her
phone got a beeper
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm movin' to
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

1: Rich The Kid]
Pick the in the hills
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, deal
The (?) is real
Bitches out the gate
You would her on a date
Cum on her face, make a
bullets for the tec
Melrose the O's
Take a picture for some
a picture for some hoes
I'm dabbin' with a bankroll
fuck for Chanel
You was to the 12
I was with a scale
Baby it through the mail

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I
cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap got a beeper
It was to the people
I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

2: Quavo]
I was playin' a scale
Fuck gon' tell
Dab sharp nails
Two guns, tails
block gang (?)
Baby in the mail
Finesse a nigga, I'm a
Then I to the Himalayas
catches no shells
gas in the L
Fuckin' hoes on
In case the bitch wanna
Try and lie and say I ate the
We run up through the whole clique
I don't really fuck atheists
Crosses on my neck, I'm it
Beast mode, tame it
Skippa got the chopper, it
And we ain't shootin' at your
And we ain't at the pancreas
QC, the dangerous
I got a bitch, wrang a bitch
the squad down, anchor it
And my money accurate

[Hook: The Kid]
on your bitch and I leave
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was to the people
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 3: Famous
I got the hundreds, a deal
All my on chill
Real or ice grill
and lean, crack the seal
Momma I'm movin' to
broke, now I'm good
Three grams in my
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' in this foreign
All these bitches yeah goin'
All money man comin'
All these blue hundreds
And no I don't wear the
And Yeezys on, the weather
Two bitches flappin' they feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm like (?),

[Hook: The Kid]
on your bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma her
Trap got a beeper
It was to the people
I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 3:
I won't a bitch up on a date
dick and then we fornicate
Like a pistol, she a throw away
I'm goin' through it so I pour
My wrist is cold a blizzard
I that bitch is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young nigga been grindin' hard for a
I'm a savage and a
I be thuggin', fuck an
I got action for you actin'
Man the (?) diamond dancin'
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big young rich
I sip out the seal my
One Actavis bottle your my nigga
I'm whippin' still, I cook up (?)
trust no ho cause a bitch gon' be a bitch
Don't trust no cause it's cool to be a snitch
That nigga was talkin too much so it's to hit him with clips

[Hook: The Kid]
on your bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
phone got a beeper
It was to the people
Momma I'm movin' to
a model in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal