Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I just the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia, it's 109
I saw 30 bitches and 30 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 what the for
I'mma tell you be with
Nah, I'm fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just with you, baby
Yo

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

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

Liberace, I'm rich as a bitch
Charm city boys get a whole of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher
with Tony Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther James every
My niggas, we grew apart, joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at gang
Next time gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never find me the fake look
Trapping Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, how our case of ace look
chick, homie, hit homie on the Facebook
Damn, she hit on the motherfucking Facebook

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

Clean Maybach, but it's as shit
They partitioning for the women, how we get
the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
It's all a and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, for the homie when 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 real got it for him

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

You when hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is to meet all these billion dollar bitches
I met a bitch who never gets jetlag
And spent 10 dollars on not her best bag
You underdig