Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
Shout out to the opps,
the cops, run up all the paper
Wintertime, the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, a Breitling
I damn near lost it all in the game
I kept my mouth closed when the folks
My name on in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
8 ENT, that's gang gang
I bet a nigga never my chain
That crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All this money I got, I them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin'
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', don't stop at that red
Black Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama no more stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', in the old Lexus
OG Cali kush, all I smoke is
They call me Jugg King I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an or better
hundred on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the if it ain't five bricks or better
Twenty or better, I'm a big bettor
Real dope boy, I can wrap the bales in the
No nothin' beat a double but a triple
I take a nigga off, I take another
Walk into my house, I got a vault
I'm a real hustler, I made myself a boss

No nothin' a double but a triple cross
Double cross me, you get off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, to fly in town (yeah)
Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a hundred mil, I'm moving

Pink in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup
Pink molly in my system, I got pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, that's my partner
Pull up in a V12, you can't
Space coupes, oops, I just made the world
If you sellin' in the field show your skills
Half a for club face Richard Mille
Already had and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons right me 'til infity
When we up on the opps don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just blowed a check on your ho, brrt,
Chinchilla on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' that by the load, brrrt
More Pucci for this raw
Evel Knievel she up the speed
She landed in from overseas (word)
Once I expand her double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, spent a G's (oh God)
I got kids, my neck on freeze (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, they'll you in a freezer (brrt)
(I don't nothin', I got amnesia)
I go so hard, gotta let it take a (hold up)
I'm strappin' birdies to my seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

No nothin' beat a but a triple cross
Double me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put dirty birds with the clean chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty as I touch down
(Your plug price too high, I'll him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)