Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

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

Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it God and geometry
what the stencil for
I'mma you be with them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' you
Aye, Scott, I'm just 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 and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, jocking my ride
300 horses in this bitch, a jockey inside
False for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to me while in mine so that's how I survived
My new with Def Jam just set me for life
Want to chapel the BM, man, I'm rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm Wall, I'm balling 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 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 out your mind

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

Vici Liberace, I'm as a bitch
Charm boys 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 Tony Dribble, BK's of paper
Made a killing on Martin James every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
young boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never find me with the look
Trapping Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our of ace look
Your chick, homie, hit on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the Facebook

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

Maybach, but it's filthy as shit
They for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking
all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, for the homie when he coming home
He told 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 know how it feel
I know, I bet it so real
Tell me it's real, I wanna
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 spent 10 thousand on not her best bag
You that