Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

I just left the New States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia, 109 rooms
I saw 30 and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house

Anytime me and Scott get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it God and geometry
what the stencil for
I'mma you be with them
Nah, I'm fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' you, baby
Yo

in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the
Gotta my concentration while counting my stacks
I got eight car and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, jocking my ride
300 horses in bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to murder me in mine so that's how I survived
My new deal Def Jam just set me for life
Want to the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling
joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your

me it's real
Tell me this is real,
How it feel?
How it feel?

Vici Liberace, I'm as a bitch
city boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher
Panamera Tony Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a on Martin Luther James every shooter
My niggas, we apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta his back on 'em
Letting young boys on 'em
Facts, never find me the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
Your chick, homie, hit on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the Facebook

Tell me it's real, I know
How it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

Clean Maybach, but it's as shit
They partitioning for the women, how we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking
It's all a dream and never me up until it's real
bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he used the telephone
He on swole and that need a telephone
In a Range and a real nigga got it for him

You wanna know how it feel
I know, I bet it feel so
Tell me it's real, I wanna
How does it feel, to be

You when hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to all these billion dollar bitches
I met a bitch who never gets jetlag
And spent 10 thousand on not her best bag
You that