Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

[Intro:
Fuck!
Fuckin lawsuits
(We the music!)
Murder rate rap

Drenched chest gotti

1: Future]
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
them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I start
I can't name how many times they to clone me
This money help me see the double
thots, know they ain't forever
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or all the cars
The park itself, nigga
That range rover came with steps,
Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet
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Trapping all year put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you gotta keep a
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love murder money
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas enemies
All my hard and lonely nights no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod like I hit the needle
a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten waiting 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 I can see the future
my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I shoot ya
Brrr you fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was keys outta Texas
New Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, soldiers put they heart in it
talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's allegations have you
Million dollar boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil race you
boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it nigga
You the money up if I'm being honest
Gotta be grateful I never break the
I know my plug love me, I know my hate me
I heard my hood salty I tried to 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my called me
But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep
And I ain't textin' that bitch back she keep stallin'
If she ain't the first night then she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm to trial poker face i'm all in
Philippe it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em
I work so hard for [?] I'm get some free bands
I'm the of the city my house Graceland
No respect for rappers they the coke man
That's why your favorite actin' like the dope man nigga