Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest gotti

[Verse 1:
the DA on my way here
I some millions on my way here nigga
With the brain open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust
them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back I push start
I can't name how times they tried to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
thots, know they ain't forever
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or all the cars
The Maybach park itself,
That range rover came with steps,
Electric in the back I'm eating filet mignon
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good all year put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The murder rate up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking like a
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you envy me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I watch the shit out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta
And I gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas waiting to 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 to look a nigga when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I Future I can see the future
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
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 to success
I was coppin' keys outta
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and in it
Young shooters, real put they heart in it
talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' 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 I'ma you
Dope boy, I ain't never be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap
Kitchen like Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm being
Gotta be grateful I break the promise
I know my plug love me, I my bitch hate me
I heard my salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's my blessings called me
But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma ballin'
And I textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she just 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 I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so hard for [?] I'm get some free bands
I'm the of the city my house Graceland
No respect for rappers they the coke man
why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga