Luyện nghe bài hát Revory (Wraith)

Bubble Goose, bubble kush
The Uzis is blue, a couple coupes
around, stackin' suckers, save the truce
Mansions before niggas, we done, we deucin'
Crackin' in the Ritz Carlton, take a piss
69 floors up, sparklin'
Moneybags in duvet sheets
Few strange freaks follow the
through the gates, nigga
Pyrex connection
New Mexicans, they call us the team for smugglin' wet shit
The Al Pacinos of rap, yep, they planned it me
Pass the baguette, gold Louis phone, it to me
Raised a million champs, this is our civilian's
Furless sweats, stay in jets, kill a billion
niggas get strangled fast
Still I cool on the fast, rockin' the of glass
Desert boot on, countin' a cash
This is all I ask for, love is war, let's build the masses
Sittin', boat sailin', routes, catch the quotes
Young, armed and dangerous, a couple posters
I'm like in a couple coasts
Rae and Ghost, familiar us? Raisin' ghosts

I'm hearin' how niggas plottin'
Madame sleepin' on cotton
Miles Davis still spinnin'
been to Freaknik, I've been livin'
You see the Bentley and we smokin' in the lot
Contract killers so we talk a lot
and my weapon when you see me steppin'
10th grade with a MAC-11
The definition of a
Twice a day I change watches, and the charms
Tatted on my back, and my palms
Then it's me and Diddy, dice games at the
a mil' in cash just to let the bitches watch
Take her to the lobby, get the bitch a watch
Tinted windows, smokin' with a screw
Black hoodies on, bullies it's Wu-Tang
White blarin' in the white Benz
Runnin' like I had a curly back then
It's and I'm 40 up
Belaire in a nigga's cup

Ayo jumpin' out the shower, on, heated up
Polo towels in Melbourne, gettin' it
Hands is ashy, cash keep comin', dice hand Lil Poo
Young God bowlin' thunder
Bettin' bricks up at the Knicks game with from Biscayne
the Castro cigars with a big flame
Godfather coats and bottoms
down to cribs, the hoes and gear, we got 'em
It's the lean team, Medellín
Shop niggas fresh fruit, like old grand earth, can of green beans
We'll cut you and you and you,
This is me, Rae and Rick, box-cutters on crews,