Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

You know niggas talking about man
I'm bout to 100,000 right 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
Momma I'm movin' to
a model in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 1: Rich The
Pick the in the hills
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, deal
The (?) is real
Bitches bustin' out the
You would 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 hoes
I'm around with a bankroll
She'll for Chanel
You was to the 12
I was playin' with a
ship it through the mail

[Hook: The Kid]
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 to Hollywood
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

[Verse 2:
I was playin' a scale
Fuck nigga tell
Dab like nails
Two guns, sonic
block gang (?)
Baby powder in the
a nigga, I'm a player
Then I to the Himalayas
Shell catches no
gas in the L
Fuckin' hoes on
In the bitch wanna tell
Try and lie and say I ate the
We run up through the whole clique
I don't fuck with atheists
on my neck, I'm bankin' it
Beast mode, can't it
got the chopper, aimin' 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
Hold the down, anchor it
And my money accurate

[Hook: The Kid]
on your 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 model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

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

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on bitch and I leave
cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap got a beeper
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

[Verse 3:
I won't take a up on a date
Suckin' dick and we fornicate
Like a dirty pistol, she a throw
I'm goin' through it so I 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 and a menace
I be thuggin', fuck an
I got for you actin' niggas
Man the (?) diamond dancin'
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big young nigga
I sip out the my nigga
One Actavis bottle your bills my
I'm whippin' still, I cook up (?)
Don't trust no ho cause a bitch gon' be a
Don't no nigga cause it's cool to be a snitch
That nigga was talkin too much so it's cool to hit him with

[Hook: The Kid]
on your bitch and I leave
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap 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 real