Luyện nghe bài hát Luxury Rap

[Featuring: the Godson]

[Verse 1:
This the Terrordome, niggas get tied up, Berretta blown
Or whip the 200X lebanon
gauge, 38s, 300 rebels strong
Out in Grenada, chilling snow on prosperous
Heffs fucking?
Favorite color purple, we would the jets
He talk base, in a I-8 clear doors we face
In life, in trying to get away from these
Or rolling in gambling stores
Stealing clothes in Macys, running out with five, six Valores
couple Rugby boys who get fly and break jaws
And take the stakes is yours

2: Fred Da Godson]
Rae me victorys unexpected
They hating on my chain, misery a necklace
See my YouTube and hear me spitting, Im reckless
nigga ever selling metaphors on Craig's List
Fresh shit, we on it, no what the joint
You the Hornets, you lost Chris Paul, whats point?
I could a freestyle and be on
This beat feel like I should rhyme with some on
I would wrong if I told everybody get weight up
But back to the real shit, wave up, phase up
If he owe me dough, I that he pay up
Hand on trigger when that finger roll hell lay up
up, its just homicide humor
I couldve bodied you
I just provided the
Whatever he on, Ill bring it to you
Im a phenomenon, with the tumor

3]
Blowing exotic kush, flavor, no seeds
it by the O-Z, imported from O-T
Export it T-O, salute to the OG
is high risk, but the moves is low key
Young hustlers, dreaming about awards and
The world is ours, and any store accepting the credit
Bought her: fly boosters, designer shades, and all
Hit it in the back, then fell in the callback
Im busy chasing on the cash rule major
All we do is see like an old school pager
Double your wager, we busy clocking like
Time for no man, man dont be a hater
Land of opportunity, keep your mule and forty
Id rather forty and own a piece of the Lakers
Dancing with devils, and two with saints
We young, black, and it, everything that you aint ever