Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some on my way here nigga
With the bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust
Play racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I can't how many times 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 thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach 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 keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking a graveyard
money, I'm in love with murder money
Old of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes into enemies
All my hard work and lonely 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 I'll infinity
With billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' A-Rod 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 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 they ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
I'm grateful and if you diss me I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was keys to success
I was keys outta Texas
New Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of with the Percocet and bars 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 'bout that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the allegations have you pacin'
dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil race you
boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a nigga
New york Times Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it nigga
You fuckin' the up if I'm being honest
Gotta be grateful I break the promise
I know my plug love me, I know my bitch me
I heard my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my
It's just my called me
But since they on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep
If she ain't fuck the first night then she miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial 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 house
No for rappers they respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' the dope man nigga