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 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the

Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the
Whenever you see the G it represents God and
That's what the for
tell you be with them
Nah, I'm just with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' 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 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 in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to murder me in mine so that's how I survived
My new with 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 tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line blow out your mind
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind

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

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 smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Isle
Panamera with Tony Dribble, BK's of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther James every
My niggas, we grew apart, joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
Letting boys bratt on 'em
Facts, never me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our of ace look
Your chick, homie, hit homie on the
Damn, she hit on the motherfucking Facebook

Tell me it's real, I wanna
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 told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that nigga need a
In a Rover and a real nigga got it for him

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

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