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
Love to myself, I by myself everything
Rolex, Audemar, fuck a
I damn near lost it all in the dice
I kept my closed when the folks came
My name on in the streets, I'm talkin' propane
Section 8 ENT, that's gang
I bet a never snatch my chain
That crossin', watch out for them chain snatchers
All money I got, I send them kidnappers
I'm all about a sack, I'm Urlacher
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
Amigo Scooter, yeah I'm Zone 6 flexin'
I'm rich as hell, now mama ain't no stressin'
Me and VL Deck juggin', ride in the old
OG Cali kush, all I is pressure
They me Jugg King 'cause I'm a plug catcher
You boy, you ain't movin' but an ounce or better
Thirty-five hundred on a Louis
Don't hit the if it ain't five bricks or better
Twenty pounds or better, I'm a big
Real boy, I can wrap the bales in the leather
No beat a double but a triple cross
I a nigga off, I take another loss
Walk into my house, I got a pack
I'm a real hustler, I made myself a boss

No beat a double but a triple cross
Double cross me, you get 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 Monday, 'bout to fly in town (yeah)
Your price too high, I'll shut him down
I get a hundred mil, I'm moving

Pink 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
up in a V12, you can't interfere
Space coupes, oops, I just made the world
If you sellin' bales in the field show your
Half a for club face Richard Mille
Already had sauce and drip, now I got
Lil Haiti goons with me 'til infity
we roll up on the opps don't show no sympathy
I just fucked a check up at the store, brrt,
I just a check on your ho, brrt, brrt
draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we that bread by the load, brrrt
Pucci for this raw sushi
Evel Knievel she up the speed
She just landed in from (word)
I expand her it's double C's (Chanel-y her)
Shop sprees, a hundred G's (oh God)
I got rich kids, my 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, let it take a breather (hold up)
I'm birdies to my mommy seaters
Yeah, (brrt brrt)

No nothin' beat a double but a triple
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, 'bout to fly in (yeah)
I'll probably spend a fifty soon as I down
(Your plug price too high, I'll shut him
I get a hundred mil, I'm underground)