Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest franklins

[Verse 1:
Fucked the DA on my way
I made some millions on my way here
With the brain bust
new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back I push start
I can't name how times they tried to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
Sidity thots, know they ain't
My trials and tribulations out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better all the
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover with 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 streets you gotta a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking like a
money, I'm in love with murder money
Old of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no
Want to a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I watch the shit come out mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money I hit the needle
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all and they pissed off
Got my lil babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas 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
forget to look a nigga when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I Future 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 I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling to success
I was coppin' keys outta
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of Spades with the and bars in it
shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
They talk 'bout all money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's have you pacin'
Million dollar dope boy I gotta be
You tryna get 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA just signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might it back nigga
You fuckin' the up if I'm being honest
Gotta be grateful I break the promise
I know my love me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood I tried to tell '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 textin' that back because she keep stallin'
If she fuck the first night then she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm to trial poker face 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 so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free 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' the dope man nigga