Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

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

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

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

me it's real
Tell me is real, baby
How does it
How does it

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

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

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

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

You know hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion bitches
I just met a who never gets jetlag
And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her bag
You underdig