Luyện nghe bài hát That Range Rover Came With Steps

[Intro:
Fuck!
lawsuits nigga
(We the music!)
Murder murder rap

Drenched chest 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
Play them racks like Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I name how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty help me see the double
Sidity thots, know ain't forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on
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 in the streets you gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he
The murder rate going up nigga, I done ran check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking a graveyard
money, I'm in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely no sympathy
to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas me
They rep the gang that bangin' it out in
I watch the shit come out mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna love you but I I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my it's hard to be cohesive
Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the
Keep a spanish like a Fanta liter
And I gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil haiti waiting so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas to jack ya
I got DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
forget to look a nigga when they after ya

[Verse 2: Yo
I told Future I can see the
Told my I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm nigga Hallelujah
I'm grateful and if you diss me then I might ya
Brrr you fuck with me the feeling mutual
you, half these rap niggas owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling to success
I was coppin' outta Texas
New Wraith with the in it
New Porsche, condo, living cars in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and in it
Young shooters, soldiers put they heart in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas hatin'
Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast we ain't got no patience
Let's talk poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the allegations have you pacin'
Million dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get that 100 Mil I'ma you
Dope boy, I never wanna be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA just signed a trap nigga
New Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
Kitchen it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
You the money up if I'm being honest
Gotta be grateful I never break the
I know my plug love me, I know my bitch me
I my hood salty I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault
just my blessings called me
But since hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
And I ain't textin' bitch back because she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night she just miss her callin'
Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial face i'm all in
Philippe 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 get some free bands
I'm the king of the city my Graceland
No respect for rappers respect the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the man nigga