Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

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

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

Speeding in the on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the
Gotta gather my concentration while counting my
I got eight car notes and just me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my
300 horses in bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in so that's how I survived
My new deal with Def Jam set me for life
Want to 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 line that'll blow out your
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 blow out your mind

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

Liberace, I'm rich as a bitch
Charm city boys get a city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Isle
Panamera Tony Dribble, BK's full of paper
a killing on Martin Luther James every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the gang
Caught slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
young boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the
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 it's real, I know
How it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

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

You know 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 perks is getting to all these billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who never gets
And spent 10 dollars on not her best bag
You that