Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia, 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the 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
I'mma tell you be them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' you, baby
Yo

Speeding in the Ghost on the with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the
Gotta gather my concentration while counting my
I got eight car notes and just 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 while in mine so 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 John Wall, I'm tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line blow out your mind

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

Liberace, I'm rich as a bitch
Charm city get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Isle
Panamera with Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther James every
My niggas, we grew apart, they the rival gang
Caught them slipping, 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
Black bottles, boy, 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 it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

Clean Maybach, but filthy as shit
partitioning for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the feel
It's all a dream and never wake me up until real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he home
He told and he never used the telephone
He on and that nigga need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real 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 never gets
And 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
You that