Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I just left the New United States,
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 call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and
what the stencil for
I'mma tell you be them
Nah, I'm fuckin' with 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 while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my
300 horses in bitch, need a jockey inside
floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in 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 John Wall, I'm balling
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a
Got them gangstas who on my line blow out your mind
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 that'll blow out your mind

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

Vici Liberace, I'm 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
Panamera with Tony Dribble, full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
Letting young boys on 'em
Facts, never find me with the look
little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, how our case of ace look
Your chick, homie, hit homie on the
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 filthy as
They for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking
It's all a dream and never me up until it's real
bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he never the telephone
He on swole and that need a telephone
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 it feel, to be supreme

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