Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

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

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

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

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

Liberace, I'm rich as a bitch
Charm city boys get a whole of brick
Through the we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
My smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Isle
with Tony Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, joined the rival gang
them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
Letting young boys on 'em
Facts, never 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 on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the motherfucking

Tell me it's real, I wanna
How does it feel, yeah, how 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 linking
It's all a and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the when he coming home
He never and he never used the telephone
He on swole and nigga need 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 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 dollar bitches
I just met a who never gets jetlag
And spent 10 thousand on not her best bag
You that