Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your and I leave
Can't cuff her, 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

[Verse 1: The Kid]
Pick the in the hills
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, real
The (?) is chill
Bitches out the gate
You take her on a date
Cum on her face, make a
bullets for the tec
Melrose the O's
a picture for some hoes
Take a picture for some
I'm around with a bankroll
She'll fuck for
You was to the 12
I was playin' a scale
Baby ship it through the

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on your 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 model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

2: Quavo]
I was with a scale
Fuck gon' tell
Dab sharp like
Two guns, tails
block gang (?)
Baby in the mail
Finesse a nigga, I'm a
I move to the Himalayas
Shell catches no
gas in the L
Fuckin' on film
In case the bitch tell
Try and lie and say I ate the
We run up through the whole clique
I really fuck with atheists
on my neck, I'm bankin' it
Beast mode, can't it
Skippa got the chopper, it
And we ain't shootin' at legs
And we ain't at the pancreas
QC, the label
I got a bitch, wrang a bitch
Hold the squad down, it
And my counter accurate

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm movin' to
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

[Verse 3: Famous
I got the hundreds, a real
All my diamonds on
Real or ice grill
Rozay and lean, crack the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Almost broke, now I'm
Three grams in my
I got it out the mud
I'm round in this foreign
All these bitches yeah they
All this man comin'
All fuckin' blue hundreds
And no I wear the Margielas
And Yeezys on, the weather
Two bitches like they feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm (?), yeah

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

3: Offset]
I won't a bitch up on a date
Suckin' and then we fornicate
Like a dirty pistol, she a throw
I'm goin' it so I pour away
My is cold like a blizzard
I think that bitch is a ho but I her
Got it out the mud to a
nigga been grindin' hard for a minute
I'm a savage and a
I be thuggin', an image
I got for you actin' niggas
Man the (?) diamond nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big rich nigga
I sip out the seal my
One bottle your bills my nigga
I'm still, I cook up (?) fish
Don't trust no ho a bitch gon' be a bitch
Don't trust no nigga cause it's to be a snitch
That nigga was talkin too so it's cool to hit him with clips

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