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 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 deal

[Verse 1: Rich The
Pick the in the hills
Percocet, pop a
I got the hundreds, deal
The (?) is chill
Bitches out the gate
You take her on a date
Cum on her face, a mess
More for the tec
Melrose the O's
Take a picture for hoes
Take a picture for hoes
I'm around with a bankroll
She'll for Chanel
You was to the 12
I was with a scale
Baby ship it the mail

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

[Verse 2:
I was playin' with a
Fuck gon' tell
Dab sharp nails
Two guns, sonic
block gang (?)
Baby powder in the
Finesse a nigga, I'm a
Then I move to the
Shell catches no
gas in the L
Fuckin' on film
In the bitch wanna tell
Try and lie and say I ate the
We done run up through the whole
I really fuck with atheists
on my neck, I'm bankin' it
Beast mode, tame it
got the chopper, aimin' it
And we ain't at your legs
And we ain't shootin' at the
QC, the label
I got a bitch, wrang a bitch
the squad down, anchor it
And my counter accurate

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your 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

[Verse 3: Famous
I got the hundreds, a real
All my diamonds on
gold 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' in this foreign
All these bitches yeah they
All money man comin'
All these blue hundreds
And no I wear the Margielas
And Yeezys on, check the
Two bitches like they feathers
I'm hard, I'm like (?), yeah

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 to Hollywood
a model in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 3:
I won't a bitch up on a date
Suckin' and then 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', an image
I got for you actin' niggas
Man the (?) dancin' nigga
You a lil bitch, lil
I'm a big rich nigga
I sip out the seal my
One Actavis bottle bills my nigga
I'm whippin' still, I up (?) fish
Don't trust no ho cause a bitch gon' be a
Don't no nigga cause it's cool to be a snitch
That was talkin too much so it's cool to hit him with clips

Rich The Kid]
Fuck on bitch and I leave
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 deal