Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched franklins gotti

[Verse 1:
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way nigga
With the bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain open
Play them racks like Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I name how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating mignon
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Trapping all year put the rollie on
They parading in the you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The murder rate going up nigga, I ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga,
The goyard looking like a
Murder money, I'm in love murder money
Old friends of me into my enemy
My money and fame changes into enemies
All my work and lonely nights no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I your energy I know you niggas envy me
rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money I hit the needle
Keep a mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and they off
Got my lil haiti babies so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got some DC niggas 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
Told my bitch I love you 'fore I you
I I'm blessed nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might ya
Brrr you don't fuck me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was keys to success
I was coppin' keys outta
New Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of with the Percocet and bars in it
shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
They 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout that 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 dope boy I gotta be grateful
You get that 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap
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 plug love me, I know my bitch me
I heard my hood salty I to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my called me
But since hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she miss her callin'
a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker 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 so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the king of the city my Graceland
No respect for rappers they respect the man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man