Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest franklins

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way here
With the bust open
That new got the brain bust open
Play them racks Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I start
I can't how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the
Sidity thots, know ain't forever
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend three thousand or better all the cars
The park itself, nigga
That range rover with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm filet mignon
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Trapping good all year put the on
parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up
Get hit up from the neck up nigga,
The goyard like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned into my
My money and fame niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you envy me
rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll infinity
With these billions on my it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod like I hit the needle
a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so they can ya
I got my memphis ten waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga when after ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you 'fore I you
I I'm blessed nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, these rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was coppin' keys outta
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they in it
They talk 'bout all this money we and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's have you pacin'
dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil race you
boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm being
be grateful I never break the promise
I know my love me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it 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 just her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial face i'm all in
Patek it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act like I see 'em callin'
I work so for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the king of the city my Graceland
No for rappers they respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man