Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on your and I leave
Can't cuff her, 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

1: Rich The Kid]
Pick the model in the
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, real
The (?) is chill
bustin' out the gate
You would take her on a
Cum on her face, make a
More for the tec
Melrose the O's
a picture for some hoes
Take a picture for some
I'm dabbin' around a bankroll
She'll for Chanel
You was to the 12
I was playin' with a
Baby ship it the mail

[Hook: 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 to Hollywood
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 2:
I was with a scale
Fuck gon' tell
Dab sharp nails
Two guns, tails
Free gang (?)
Baby powder in the
a nigga, I'm a player
Then I move to the
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 with atheists
Crosses on my neck, I'm 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 squad down, it
And my money accurate

[Hook: 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

[Verse 3: Dex]
I got the hundreds, a real
All my on chill
gold or ice grill
Rozay and lean, the seal
Momma I'm to Hollywood
broke, now I'm good
Three in my wood
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' in this foreign
All these bitches yeah they
All money man comin'
All these fuckin' blue
And no I don't wear the
And Yeezys on, the weather
Two flappin' like they feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm (?), yeah

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
phone got a beeper
It was to the people
Momma I'm 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 away
I'm goin' through it so I away
My wrist is like a blizzard
I that bitch is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young nigga grindin' hard for a minute
I'm a and a menace
I be thuggin', an image
I got action for you niggas
Man the (?) diamond nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big rich nigga
I sip out the my nigga
One Actavis bottle your bills my
I'm still, I cook up (?) fish
Don't trust no ho cause a bitch be a bitch
Don't trust no nigga cause it's to be a snitch
That nigga was too much so it's cool to hit him with clips

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