Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way here
With the brain bust
new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't name how times they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the
Sidity thots, know they forever
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better all the
The park itself, nigga
range rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet
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Trapping good all put the rollie on
parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I ran this check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking 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 nights no
Want to a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you envy me
They rep the that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit 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 money like I hit the
a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies so they can wack ya
I got my ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't forget to a nigga when they after ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the
Told my bitch I you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might ya
Brrr you don't fuck with me the mutual
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was coppin' keys outta
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, room cars in it
Ace of with 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 like we 're
And the fed's have you pacin'
Million dollar dope boy I be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil race you
Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap
reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New Times 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 grateful I never the promise
I know my love me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my 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 textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she just miss her
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 king of the city my Graceland
No respect for rappers they the coke man
That's why your rapper actin' like the dope man nigga