Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I left the New United States, embassy
in Georgia, it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 and I was on the wrong 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 what the for
I'mma you be with them
Nah, I'm fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just with you, baby
Yo

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

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

Vici Liberace, I'm rich as a
Charm boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Isle
Panamera with Tony Dribble, BK's full of
a killing on Martin Luther James every shooter
My niggas, we apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting young boys on 'em
Facts, never me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
Your chick, homie, hit on the Facebook
Damn, she hit on the motherfucking Facebook

Tell me it's real, I know
How does it feel, yeah, how 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 dream and wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming
He never told and he used the telephone
He on swole and nigga need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a nigga got it for him

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

You know when with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar
I met a bitch who never gets jetlag
And 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
You that