Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

[Intro:
Fuck!
lawsuits nigga
(We the music!)
rate murder rap

Drenched franklins gotti

[Verse 1:
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way nigga
the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust
Play them like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I push
I can't name how many times they to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
Sidity thots, know ain't forever
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better all the
The Maybach park itself,
range rover came with steps, nigga
Electric in the back I'm eating filet mignon
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Trapping good all year put the on
They parading in the streets you keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The looking like a graveyard
money, I'm in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into
All my hard work and nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the
I feel your energy I know you envy me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I watch the shit out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
With billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a liter
And I 'em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't forget to look a when they after ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I I'm blessed nigga Hallelujah
I'm and if you diss me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck with me the feeling
Fuck you, half rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was coppin' outta Texas
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, room cars in it
Ace of Spades the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put heart in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all niggas they hatin'
Let's 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's allegations have you
Million dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil race you
Dope boy, I ain't never be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
Gotta be grateful I never the promise
I know my plug me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my called me
But since they on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she just miss her
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to poker face i'm all in
Philippe it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free
I'm the of the city my house Graceland
No respect for they respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the man nigga