Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

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

Drenched chest gotti

1: Future]
Fucked the DA on my way
I made millions on my way here nigga
With the bust open
That new got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Hendrix on the guitar
my gun Cock it back then I push start
I can't how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money me see the double
Sidity thots, they ain't forever
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend hundred thousand or better all the cars
The Maybach park itself,
That range came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm filet mignon
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Trapping good all year put the on
They parading in the you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, he dumb
The rate going up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard like a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my
My money and fame niggas into enemies
All my hard work and nights no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you envy me
They rep the that bangin' it out in penitentiary
I watch the come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll infinity
With these billions on my mind it's hard to be
Gettin' A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and they off
Got my lil babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
the rap, you gotta go dap em
Don't forget to look a nigga when they ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was coppin' keys outta
New Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and in it
shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
They 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up cause we ain't got no patience
Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're
And the fed's allegations have you
Million dollar dope boy I gotta be
You get that 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 Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you Might bring it back nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
be grateful I never break the promise
I know my plug love me, I my bitch hate me
I heard my hood salty I to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's my blessings called me
But they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't that bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night she just miss her callin'
a plea, I'm goin' to trial poker face i'm all in
Patek it AP, 40 mil I'm all in
hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin'
I work so for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the king of the my house Graceland
No for rappers they respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' the dope man nigga