Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

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

me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and
That's what the for
I'mma tell you be with
Nah, I'm fuckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you,
Yo

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

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

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

Tell me real, I wanna know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it

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

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

You know hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to all these billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who gets jetlag
And spent 10 thousand on not her best bag
You that