Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest franklins

[Verse 1:
the DA on my way here
I some millions on my way here nigga
the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust
Play racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't name how times they tried to clone me
dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on
Spend three hundred thousand or all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm filet mignon
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Trapping good all put the rollie on
parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking like a
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me into my enemy
My money and fame niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your I know you niggas envy me
rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's
I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream
With these billions on my mind hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so they can ya
I got my memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga when after ya

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