Luyện nghe bài hát Real Deal

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

[Hook: Rich The
on your bitch and I leave
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
phone got a beeper
It was to the people
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
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 real
Bitches out the gate
You would her on a date
Cum on her face, a mess
bullets for the tec
Melrose the O's
Take a picture for hoes
Take a picture for hoes
I'm dabbin' around a bankroll
She'll for Chanel
You was to the 12
I was playin' a scale
Baby it through the mail

[Hook: Rich The
on your bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap phone got a
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 2:
I was playin' with a
Fuck nigga tell
Dab sharp like
Two guns, sonic
Free gang (?)
powder in the mail
Finesse a nigga, I'm a
Then I move to the
catches no shells
gas in the L
Fuckin' on film
In case the bitch wanna
Try and lie and say I ate the
We done run up through the clique
I don't really 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 shootin' at the
QC, the label
I got a bitch, finna wrang a
Hold the squad down, it
And my money counter

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

[Verse 3: Dex]
I got the hundreds, a deal
All my on chill
Real or ice grill
and lean, crack the seal
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Almost broke, now I'm
grams 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 the Margielas
And Yeezys on, the weather
Two flappin' like they feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm (?), yeah

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

3: Offset]
I won't take a bitch up on a
Suckin' dick and then we
Like a dirty pistol, she a throw
I'm goin' through it so I pour
My wrist is cold a blizzard
I think bitch is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young nigga been hard for a minute
I'm a savage and a
I be thuggin', fuck an
I got action for you actin'
Man the (?) dancin' nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big young nigga
I sip out the my nigga
One Actavis bottle 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 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]
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
a model in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal