Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest franklins

[Verse 1:
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some on my way here nigga
With the brain bust
new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back I push start
I can't name how many times tried to clone me
This dirty help me see the double
Sidity thots, know ain't forever
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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good all year put the rollie on
They parading in the streets you gotta a drum
Say a for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with money
Old friends of me turned into my
My and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel energy I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I watch the shit come out mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my it's hard to be cohesive
that A-Rod money like 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 they can ya
I got my ten niggas waiting 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 forget to look a nigga they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you 'fore I you
I know I'm blessed Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck with me the feeling
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was keys to success
I was coppin' keys outta
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of Spades 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 runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no
Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and like we 're patients
And the fed's allegations you pacin'
Million dollar dope boy I gotta be
You tryna get that 100 Mil I'ma you
Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap
Billboard reporter LA Reid signed a trap nigga
New Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the up if I'm being honest
Gotta be grateful I never break the
I my plug love me, I know my bitch hate me
I my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my blessings me
But since they hatin' on an I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she stallin'
If she ain't the first night then she just miss her callin'
a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker face i'm all in
Patek 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 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