Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched franklins gotti

[Verse 1:
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way nigga
With the brain bust
That new Mulsanne got the bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the
Load my gun Cock it back then I push
I can't name how many times they to clone me
dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they forever
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred or better all the cars
The Maybach park itself,
That rover came with steps, nigga
Electric in the back I'm eating filet mignon
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Trapping good all put the rollie on
parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame niggas into enemies
All my hard work and nights no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I your energy I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that it out in penitentiary
I the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt scream infinity
With these on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a liter
And I gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil babies waiting 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
the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga when after ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the
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 might ya
Brrr you fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling to success
I was coppin' outta Texas
New Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and in it
Young shooters, soldiers put they heart in it
They talk 'bout all money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and like we 're patients
And the fed's allegations you pacin'
dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil I'ma you
Dope boy, I ain't never be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap
New york Times read Jay Z just a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it nigga
You the money up if I'm being honest
be grateful I never break the promise
I know my love me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my
just my blessings called me
But they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the 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 so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the king of the city my Graceland
No for rappers they respect the coke man
That's why your rapper actin' like the dope man nigga