Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I left the New United States, embassy
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 gotta us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it God and geometry
That's the stencil for
I'mma you be with them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' you
Aye, Scott, I'm just with you, baby
Yo

Speeding in the on the phone with jewlers
My new out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
gather my concentration while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and just me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, jocking my ride
300 horses in bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to murder me while in 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 Wall, I'm balling tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a
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 blow out mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your

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

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 Fisher
Panamera Tony Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin James every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the gang
Caught them slipping, gave a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting young bratt on 'em
Facts, never me with the fake look
Trapping Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
Your chick, homie, hit on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the motherfucking

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

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

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

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