Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest franklins

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way nigga
With the bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust
Play them racks like Jimi on the guitar
my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't name how many they tried to clone me
This dirty help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm filet mignon
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good all year put the rollie on
They in the streets you gotta 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 the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard like a graveyard
money, I'm in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my
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 feel your energy I know you envy me
They rep the gang bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's
I'm love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind it's hard to be
that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti waiting 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 nigga when they ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
I'm and if you diss me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck with me the mutual
Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was keys outta Texas
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of Spades with the and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we got no patience
Let's 'bout poppin' strips and xans 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 wanna be a rap
Billboard reporter LA Reid just a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z signed a trap nigga
like 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 my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty I tried to 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my blessings me
But since they hatin' on an I'ma keep ballin'
And I textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first then she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to poker face i'm all in
Patek it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the king of the my house Graceland
No for rappers they respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper like the dope man nigga