Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

I just the New United States, embassy
in Georgia, it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong of the house

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

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

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

Vici Liberace, I'm rich as a
Charm city get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the on fire
My bitch smiling I bet, now we on Fisher Isle
Panamera with Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther James shooter
My niggas, we apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving
Next time gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting young bratt on 'em
Facts, find me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
chick, homie, hit homie on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the motherfucking

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

Clean Maybach, but filthy as shit
partitioning for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the mop, bet the linking feel
It's all a and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he home
He told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that nigga a telephone
In a Range and a real nigga got it for him

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

You know when with billion dollar niggas
One of the is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who gets jetlag
And 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
You underdig