Luyện nghe bài hát Realer N Realer

I to do what I wanna do
I to play with these bands
I got the money and now, my family don't understand
Wheezy outta

getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a of million, uh
I ain't 'bout and billions
Look at my money, it
Shit getting and realer, uh
I my bro to the system, uh
I my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me him, uh
I go for that, no, no
I stay with every day
Keep a 40, it's
I yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I a lot
Balenciaga jacket, shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my

Uh, people love to talk about the money that make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money day
'Cause I know you die, you can't take the shit to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I got no closet space
drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh, big shit, shit, all that shit
12 gauge, hit him, do backflips
40 hit him and he Jackson
Uh, big s--t, expensive shit, all shit
Only fuck one time baby, I'm on the fall back shit
Matter fact, you fuck her
But you on the call list
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't gonna call back,

Shit getting and realer, uh
Came up on a of million, uh
I ain't status and billions
Look at my money, it
Shit realer and realer, uh
I my bro to the system, uh
I my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me him, uh
I go for that, no, no
I stay with killers day
Keep a 40, hungry
I yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I a lot
jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, give it to my maid

All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel a slave
Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it
I'm so proud of you, I'm than you
I that to the grave
Having a off these pills
I go OD any day
Shit getting and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
pop on the opps, we shooting out soon as we see 'em
I on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him
I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing magic to the
7 carats on ring, 87 carats on my
Chopper off like, "ring, ring"
Got P and crack,
I got and codeine
I'm outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, put up like souvenirs

Shit getting and realer, uh
up on a couple of million, uh
I ain't 'bout and billions
Look at my money, it
Shit realer and realer, uh
I my bro to the system, uh
I my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me him, uh
I go for that, no, no
I stay with every day
Keep a 40, hungry
I turn yo to a buffet
Yeah, I a lot
jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, give it to my maid