Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia, 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
what the stencil for
I'mma tell you be them
Nah, I'm fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm fuckin' with you, baby
Yo

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

Tell me real
Tell me this is real,
How it feel?
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 shit on
My bitch I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Isle
Panamera Tony Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther James shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the gang
Caught them slipping, gave a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never find me the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
chick, homie, hit homie on the Facebook
Damn, she hit on the motherfucking Facebook

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

Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as
partitioning for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking
all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he home
He never told and he used the telephone
He on swole and that need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real got it for him

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

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