Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest franklins

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I some millions on my way here nigga
With the bust open
That new Mulsanne got the bust open
Play them racks like Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I push
I name how many times they tried to clone me
This money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they forever
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
three hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach park itself,
That range rover with steps, nigga
tables in the back I'm eating filet mignon
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Trapping all year put the rollie on
They parading in the you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder rate up nigga, I done ran this 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 into my enemy
My money and fame changes into enemies
All my hard work and nights no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel 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 tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream
With billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a liter
And I gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies so they can wack ya
I got my ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC waiting 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

[Verse 2: Yo
I Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you 'fore I you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was keys to success
I was coppin' keys outta
New with the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real put they heart 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 ain't got no
Let's talk 'bout strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's have you pacin'
Million dollar boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil I'ma you
Dope boy, I never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA just signed a trap nigga
New york read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
Gotta be grateful I never break the
I know my plug love me, I know my hate me
I heard my 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 textin' that bitch back because she stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first then she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to poker 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 hard for [?] I'm tryna get some bands
I'm the king of the city my house
No respect for rappers respect the coke man
That's why your favorite actin' like the dope man nigga