Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched franklins gotti

[Verse 1:
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
them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I can't name how times they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the
Sidity thots, know they forever
My and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred or better all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover came with steps,
Electric tables in the back I'm filet mignon
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good all year put the rollie on
They parading in the you gotta keep a drum
Say a for my young nigga, know 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 friends of me turned into my
My money and changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no
Want to a hit but too far in the industry
I feel energy I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream
these billions on my mind it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that money like I hit the needle
Keep a mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies waiting so they can ya
I got my memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga when after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I Future I can see the future
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I shoot ya
Brrr you don't with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, these rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was keys to success
I was coppin' keys Texas
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of with the Percocet and bars in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put they in it
They talk all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans we 're patients
And the fed's allegations you pacin'
Million dollar boy I gotta be grateful
You get that 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid just a trap nigga
New york Times Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm being
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 they hatin' on an nigga keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she stallin'
If she ain't the first night then she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm to trial poker face i'm all in
Patek it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em
I work so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free
I'm the king of the city my house
No respect for rappers respect the coke man
That's why your rapper actin' like the dope man nigga