Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

[Intro:
Fuck!
Fuckin nigga
(We the music!)
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Drenched franklins gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some on my way here nigga
With the brain bust
That new Mulsanne got the brain open
Play them racks like Jimi on the guitar
my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't name how many times they tried to me
dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know ain't forever
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
three hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover came steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating filet
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Trapping good all year put the on
They parading in the you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran this up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and changes niggas into enemies
All my work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the
I your energy I know you niggas envy me
rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind it's hard to be
Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I 'em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil babies waiting 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 look a when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told I can see the future
my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
I'm and if you diss me then I might shoot ya
you don't fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling to success
I was coppin' keys Texas
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of Spades 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 runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's have you pacin'
dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You get that 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm being
Gotta be grateful I break the promise
I know my plug love me, I know my 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 nigga I'ma keep
And I ain't that bitch back 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 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 king of the city my Graceland
No respect for rappers respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the man nigga