Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

I just left the New States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia, 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the side of the house

me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and
That's the stencil for
I'mma tell you be them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' you
Aye, Scott, I'm just with you, baby
Yo

Speeding in the Ghost on the phone jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., me Ricky the Ruler
gather my concentration while counting my stacks
I got car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so how I survived
My new deal Def Jam just set me for life
to chapel the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm Wall, I'm balling tonight
joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line blow out your mind

me it's real
Tell me this is real,
How it feel?
How it feel?

Vici Liberace, I'm as a bitch
Charm city boys get a whole city of
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Isle
Panamera with Tony Dribble, BK's full of
Made a killing on Martin Luther every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival
Caught them slipping, gave them a throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta his back on 'em
Letting boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never find me the fake look
Trapping Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
Your chick, homie, hit on the Facebook
Damn, she hit on the motherfucking Facebook

Tell me it's real, I know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it

Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as
They partitioning for the women, how we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the feel
It's all a dream and wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie he coming home
He never and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real got it for him

You wanna know how it feel
I know, I bet it feel so
Tell me it's real, I wanna
How does it feel, to be

You know hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who gets jetlag
And spent 10 thousand on not her best bag
You that