Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way nigga
the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain open
Play them racks like Jimi on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I can't name how many they tried to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
Sidity thots, they ain't forever
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
Spend three hundred or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover came steps, nigga
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 gotta a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The murder rate going up nigga, I ran this check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in with murder money
Old of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the
I feel your energy I know you envy me
They rep the gang that it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt 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 like 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 memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got some DC waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't to look a nigga when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told Future I can see the
Told my bitch I you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm and if you diss me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck me the feeling mutual
you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was keys to success
I was keys outta Texas
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real put they heart in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they
Let's talk runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans we 're patients
And the fed's allegations have you
dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't never be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just a trap nigga
like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You the money up if I'm being honest
Gotta be I never break the promise
I know my plug love me, I know my bitch me
I heard my salty I tried 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 ain't textin' that bitch because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker 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 hard for [?] I'm get some free bands
I'm the king of the city my house
No for rappers they respect the coke man
why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga