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

me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it God and geometry
That's what the for
I'mma you be with them
Nah, I'm fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you,
Yo

in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a
On the beach, I'm up and down, women my ride
300 horses in this bitch, a jockey inside
floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to me while in mine so that's how I survived
My new deal Def Jam just set me for life
Want to the BM, man, I'm just 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 out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll 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

Liberace, I'm rich as a bitch
Charm city boys get a city of brick
Through the we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Isle
Panamera with Tony Dribble, full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
young boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never me with the fake look
little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
Your chick, homie, hit homie on the
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 filthy 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 never wake me up it's real
Duffle bags, for the homie when he coming home
He never and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that need a telephone
In a Range and a real nigga got it for him

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

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