Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I left the New United 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 together you gotta us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and
That's what the 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 with
My new bitch out of D.C., me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, jocking my ride
300 horses in bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to murder me while in 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 balling
Just joking, my sense of is like one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out mind
Got them gangstas who on my that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll out your mind
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind

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

Vici Liberace, I'm rich as a
city boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Isle
Panamera with Tony Dribble, BK's of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther every shooter
My niggas, we apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving
Next boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never me with the fake look
Trapping Davis, bitch, just take 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 it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

Clean Maybach, but it's as shit
partitioning 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, that's for the homie he coming home
He never told and he never the telephone
He on swole and that nigga need a
In a Range Rover and a nigga got it for him

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

You when hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who gets jetlag
And 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
You underdig