Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest gotti

[Verse 1:
the DA on my way here
I made some on my way here nigga
With the brain open
That new got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the
Load my gun it back then I push start
I can't name how many times they to clone me
This dirty help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
three hundred thousand or better all the cars
The park itself, nigga
That range rover with steps, nigga
Electric in the back I'm eating filet mignon
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Trapping good all year put the on
They parading in the streets you keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard like 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 and lonely nights no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your I know you niggas envy me
They rep the that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind hard to be cohesive
that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and they off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so they can ya
I got my ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to look a when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told Future I can see the
my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you
I I'm blessed nigga Hallelujah
I'm and if you diss me then I might shoot ya
you don't fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler 'em
I was selling keys to
I was coppin' outta Texas
New Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of Spades with the and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put heart in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these they hatin'
Let's 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's have you pacin'
dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You get that 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just a trap nigga
Kitchen like Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
Gotta be grateful I never break the
I know my plug love me, I know my hate me
I heard my hood salty I to tell 'em it ain't my fault
just 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 to trial poker face i'm all in
Philippe it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my I act like I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some bands
I'm the of the city my house Graceland
No respect for rappers they the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the man nigga