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 millions on my way nigga
With the bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust
Play racks 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 help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
Spend hundred thousand or better all the cars
The park itself, nigga
That range rover came steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating mignon
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Trapping good all put the rollie on
They in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga,
The looking like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in with murder money
Old friends of me into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into
All my work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the
I feel your energy I you niggas envy me
They rep the that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's
I'm love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
these 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 gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas 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 when they after ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I Future I can see the future
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
I'm grateful and if you me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler 'em
I was selling to success
I was keys outta Texas
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and in it
Young shooters, soldiers put they heart in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these they hatin'
Let's 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's have you pacin'
Million dollar dope boy I be grateful
You get that 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap
reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a nigga
like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the 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 hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't that bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she fuck the first night then she just miss her callin'
a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker face i'm all in
Patek it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free
I'm the king of the my house Graceland
No respect for rappers respect the coke man
why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga