Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched franklins gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made millions on my way here nigga
With the brain open
new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I can't name how many times they to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
Sidity thots, they ain't forever
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
range rover came with steps, nigga
Electric in the back I'm eating filet mignon
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Trapping all year put the rollie on
They in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga,
The goyard looking a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame changes into enemies
All my hard and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a liter
And I 'em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so can wack 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

2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the
Told my 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
Brrr you fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler 'em
I was selling to success
I was keys outta Texas
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, room cars in it
Ace of Spades the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they 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 xans we 're patients
And the fed's allegations you pacin'
Million dollar dope boy I gotta be
You get that 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap
New york read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
Gotta be I never break the promise
I know my plug 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 called me
But since they hatin' on an I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first then she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker i'm all in
Philippe it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act like I 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 like the dope man nigga