Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

[Hook: 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 deal

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

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your 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

[Verse 2:
I was with a scale
Fuck nigga tell
Dab like nails
Two guns, tails
Free block (?)
powder in the mail
Finesse a nigga, I'm a
Then I move to the
Shell no shells
gas in the L
Fuckin' hoes on
In case the bitch wanna
Try and lie and say I ate the
We done run up through the clique
I don't fuck with atheists
Crosses on my neck, I'm it
mode, can't tame it
Skippa got the chopper, it
And we ain't shootin' at legs
And we shootin' at the pancreas
QC, the label
I got a bitch, finna wrang a
Hold the down, anchor it
And my counter accurate

[Hook: Rich The
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
a model in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real

[Verse 3: Dex]
I got the hundreds, a real
All my on chill
Real or ice grill
Rozay and lean, the seal
Momma I'm movin' to
Almost broke, now I'm
grams in my wood
I got it out the mud
I'm ridin' round in this
All these bitches they goin'
All this man comin'
All fuckin' blue hundreds
And no I don't wear the
And Yeezys on, check the
Two bitches flappin' like feathers
I'm hard, I'm like (?), yeah

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your bitch and I
cuff 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:
I won't take a up on a date
Suckin' dick and we fornicate
Like a dirty pistol, she a away
I'm goin' through it so I pour
My wrist is cold like a
I think that is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young been grindin' hard for a minute
I'm a savage and a
I be thuggin', an image
I got action for you niggas
Man the (?) dancin' nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big young nigga
I sip out the seal my
One Actavis your bills my nigga
I'm still, I cook up (?) fish
Don't trust no ho cause a gon' be a bitch
Don't trust no nigga it's cool to be a snitch
That nigga was talkin too so it's cool to hit him with clips

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