Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

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

Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you gotta us the Illuminati
you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's the stencil for
I'mma 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
gather my concentration while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and just me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my
300 in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you should
Tried to murder me while in mine so how I survived
My new deal Def Jam just set me for life
Want to chapel the BM, man, I'm just the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm tonight
Just joking, my sense of is like one of a kind
Got them who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your
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 is real, baby
How it feel?
How it feel?

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

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

Maybach, but it's filthy 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
bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he used the telephone
He on swole and nigga need a telephone
In a Range and a real nigga got it for him

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

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