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, flex on all the
I'm in with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
to spoil 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 came
My name on in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
8 ENT, that's gang gang
I bet a never snatch my chain
That tripple crossin', watch out for them chain
All this money I got, I send them
I'm all about a sack, I'm talkin'
touch down, Green Bay Packers
Bitch I'm 'bout to blow, like a
I'm doin' a smashin', don't stop at that red light
Black Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', in the old Lexus
OG kush, all I smoke is pressure
They call me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug
You broke boy, you movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis
Don't hit the door if it ain't 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 but a triple cross
I take a nigga off, I take another
into my house, I got a pack vault
I'm a real hustler, yeah I myself a boss

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

Pink diamonds in my teeth, codeine in my cup
molly in my system, I got pink pills, what's up?
Section 8, VL, that's my 'dem
Pull up in a V12, you interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just made the world
If you sellin' in the field show your skills
Half a ticket for 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 blowed a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' that by the load, brrrt
Pucci for this raw sushi
Evel Knievel when she up the
She just landed in from (word)
Once I her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, a hundred G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my neck on (brrt brrt)
It's murder squad, 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 nothin' beat a but a triple cross
cross me, you get knocked off (whoa whoa)
We put them dirty birds with the clean (whoa whoa)
We put 'em all together, it remixing (whoa whoa)
It's Magic Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I touch
(Your plug price too high, I'll him down
I get a mil, I'm moving underground)