Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Heard

[The - Verse 1]
You see that red Phantom on them big ass wheels
See I be playin' with cars, I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers
show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my
That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a public
And top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my chain is (Bright)
As them Las lights
It be the same in California when I'm at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down
Havin' meetings all day, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, off on anybody
Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party
Yeah, makin' it rain, got shit on me
The way I ball, the fuckin' owner should sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you knew I was back
Turn on the it's a rap

[Ludacris - 2]

Just touched at L.A.X. LUDA!
right! What up Game? Fresh out huh?

Don't you hear it? That nigga named
than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long, your is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll you to meet ya maker
My the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On Cali' kush, smokin' like a muffler
So many red flags I swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, is scorchin'
Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin'
I havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is more bass up in my phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than
My verses are hot as shit like I wit' the Devil
I'm on another level, they stuck on the
And I'm about to blow this bitch, press the detonator, like
Fresh out of Georgia, ya I was back, turn up the radio, it's a rap

[The - Verse 3]
See I come from the bottom and they call me The
But I'm just happy that Beyonce my name
I took that Dr. Dre money and I bought me
Then I bought me a house, I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me brains
But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is and Wayne
See both of them spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' seven million records ain't the
I don't win no Grammies, I'm too gangsta
And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't make me a
See I'm California certified, my make the murder rise
Readin' my fan in jail, Buck told Curtis bye
So break it down for them niggas in the South
Slow it down put this Rolls
in my mouth
Throw the Prada slippers on, when I in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talkin'
See, I'm fresh outta jail, I know you I was back
Turn up the radio a rap