Luyện nghe bài hát Bugatti

We the motherfuckin' best nigga (Mike Made It)
Ace (yeah)
Its over, (yeah)

I come for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good
I fuck bitches different races
You get money they hating
I woke up in the new
I up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new
I woke up in the new
I up in the new Bugatti

OK, niggas be hatin' I'm rich as a
100 K I spent on my wrist
Two hundred thou I that on your bitch
Do me a model put on my list
Oh there he go in foreign again
Killin' the bring the coroner in
she wrote, swallow or choke
Hit her and go, I call her again
Woke up early morning, crib as big as a
Smoke me a of the loudest
Whippin' some shit with no
Diamonds cost me a
Them horses all in Porsche's
You pussies handle, afford it
$4,200 my
Ballin' on like Kobe
Fuck all you haters you me
Only the real get a piece of the
Reppin' my I'm runnin' my state
Keep me a pistol run with the K's
Niggas beef then I visit ya place, Bang!

Yeah, I'm at it
There go that flow tragedy in
me a chain your salary spent
Niggas is sweet, bring cavities in
Countin' money, trend
Rolling them skinny like Olsen
is squares, cabin Benz
Neck of Gold Olympian shit
Neimans, I'm the check on the gear
Fall in some pussy hop on the leer
Strapped them choppers in back of the rear
Sak pase, killers is here
Woke up morning, mind is tellin' me money
Paper, mula, is fat as a tumour
Millionaire nigga no
my life off of tuna
Want it me, I deliver the beef
Real niggas enjoyin' the feast
Pull up a seat, bon
No Louboutin's that red on your sneaks, Bang

Photographs of boys (I see you)
Is all taking, finger prints on the Rolls Royce
Is why they hatin' push a button on these boys
That's detonation, walk a road to riches bare
I mama struggle now she livin' care free
why I hustle for that half a key that's 12 G's
I'm tryin' to bubble every a new LP
You gotta love me I got shooters out the
bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet
Left in a puddle, prints is on a hundred mill
And what it is? Rozay and Ace Hood
We Trill