Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest gotti

[Verse 1:
the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here
With the brain bust
That new Mulsanne got the brain open
Play racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't name how many times tried to clone me
This money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover came steps, nigga
Electric tables in the I'm eating filet mignon
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Trapping good all put the rollie on
parading in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a for my young nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love murder money
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas 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
They rep the gang that it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your and it's finicky
I'm love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and they off
Got my lil babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to look a when they after ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you I knew you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might ya
Brrr you 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 Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, room cars in it
Ace of Spades with the and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put 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 allegations have you pacin'
dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap
Kitchen like Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You the money up if I'm being honest
be grateful I never break the promise
I know my plug me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my
It's just my called me
But since they on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep
If she ain't fuck the first night 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 ain't see 'em
I work so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some bands
I'm the of the city my house Graceland
No respect for rappers respect the coke man
That's why your favorite actin' like the dope man nigga