Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched franklins gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way here
With the brain bust
That new got the brain bust open
Play them racks Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I can't how many times they tried to clone me
This money help me see the double
Sidity thots, they ain't forever
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
range rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the I'm eating filet mignon
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good 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 check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream
With billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
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 haiti waiting so they can wack 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
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga when they ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told Future I can see the
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I shoot ya
Brrr you fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling to success
I was coppin' outta Texas
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room 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 make and all these niggas hatin'
Let's 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout strips and xans like 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
boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA just signed a trap nigga
New Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You the money up if I'm being honest
Gotta be I never break the promise
I know my plug love me, I know my hate me
I heard my hood salty I tried to 'em it ain't my fault
just my blessings called me
But since they on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch 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
Patek 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 respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper like the dope man nigga