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
Fuck on your and I leave
Can't cuff her, I'ma her
Trap phone got a
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

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

[Hook: The Kid]
on your bitch and I leave
Can't cuff her, mistreat her
Trap 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 2:
I was playin' with a
nigga 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
Shell catches no
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 whole
I don't fuck with atheists
on my neck, I'm bankin' it
Beast mode, tame 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
the squad down, anchor it
And my counter accurate

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your bitch and I
cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 3: Famous
I got the hundreds, a deal
All my on chill
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 yeah they goin'
All this man comin'
All fuckin' blue hundreds
And no I don't the Margielas
And Yeezys on, check the
Two flappin' like they feathers
I'm ballin' hard, I'm (?), yeah

[Hook: The Kid]
Fuck on bitch and I leave
cuff her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap phone got a
It was to the people
I'm movin' to Hollywood
Pick a model in the
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a deal

[Verse 3:
I won't take a bitch up on a
Suckin' dick and we fornicate
Like a dirty pistol, she a away
I'm through it so I pour away
My wrist is cold like a
I think that is a ho but I miss her
Got it out the mud to a
Young nigga been hard for a minute
I'm a and a menace
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 my nigga
One Actavis bottle bills my nigga
I'm still, I cook up (?) fish
Don't trust no ho cause a bitch be a bitch
Don't trust no nigga cause cool to be a snitch
That nigga was talkin too so it's cool to hit him with clips

[Hook: Rich The
Fuck on your bitch and I
Can't her, I'ma mistreat her
Trap got a beeper
It was talkin' to the
Momma I'm to Hollywood
Pick a in the hills
Wrist, throat, neck,
I got the hundreds, a real