Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

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Skrrt,

ATL Jacob, ATL
Shout out to the opps,
Motherfuck the cops, run up all the
Wintertime, drop the top, on all the haters
I'm in love with chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a
I damn near lost it all in the game
I kept my mouth closed when the came
My on fire in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
Section 8 ENT, gang gang
I bet a nigga never my chain
That tripple crossin', watch out for them chain
All this I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all a sack, I'm talkin' Urlacher
Pack down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm to blow, like a dynamite
I'm doin' a hundred smashin', stop at that red light
Black Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm 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 is pressure
They call me Jugg 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You broke boy, you ain't movin' but an or better
Thirty-five on a Louis sweater
Don't hit the door if it ain't five or better
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big
Real dope boy, I can wrap the in the leather
No nothin' a double but a triple cross
I a nigga off, I take another loss
Walk my house, I got a pack vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I made a boss

No nothin' beat a double but a triple
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds with the 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 him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm moving

diamonds in my teeth, pink codeine in my cup
Pink in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, my partner 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you interfere
coupes, oops, I just made the world disappear
If you bales in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for face Richard Mille
Already had and drip, now I got spill
Lil Haiti goons with me 'til infity
When we roll up on the don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a up at the store, brrt, brrt
I just a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' that bread by the load,
More Pucci for this raw
Evel Knievel when she up the
She just landed in from (word)
Once I expand her it's C's (Chanel-y her)
sprees, spent a hundred G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my on freeze (brrt brrt)
murder squad, they'll leave 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 birdies to my mommy seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

No beat a double but a triple cross
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds with the chickens (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, call it (whoa whoa)
It's Magic City Monday, 'bout to fly in (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch
(Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a mil, I'm moving underground)