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 some on my way here nigga
With the brain open
That new Mulsanne got the brain open
Play them racks like Jimi on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it then I push start
I name how many times they tried to clone me
This money help me see the double
thots, know they ain't forever
My trials and playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or all the cars
The Maybach itself, nigga
That range rover with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back I'm eating mignon
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Trapping good all year put the on
They parading in the streets you keep a drum
Say a prayer for my nigga, know he dumb
The murder rate up nigga, I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking a graveyard
Murder money, I'm in love with murder
Old friends of me turned my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas enemies
All my hard work and nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the
I feel energy I know you niggas envy me
They rep the gang bangin' it out in penitentiary
I the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
I'm tryna you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
With these billions on my mind it's hard to be
Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta
And I gave 'em all dope and pissed off
Got my lil haiti babies so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers, and the
Before the rap, you go dap em
Don't to look a nigga when they after ya

2: Yo Gotti]
I told Future I can see the
my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you
I know I'm blessed nigga
I'm and if you diss me then I might shoot ya
Brrr you don't fuck with me the mutual
Fuck you, half these rap owe the jeweler fuck 'em
I was selling keys to
I was coppin' keys outta
New Wraith the stars in it
New Porsche, condo, living room in it
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and in it
Young shooters, real soldiers put heart in it
They talk 'bout all this money we make and all these they hatin'
Let's 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
talk 'bout poppin' strips and xans like we 're patients
And the fed's allegations have you
Million dope boy I gotta be grateful
You tryna get 100 Mil I'ma race you
Dope boy, I ain't never be a rap nigga
Billboard reporter LA Reid signed a trap nigga
New york Times read Jay Z signed a trap nigga
Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it nigga
You fuckin' the money up if I'm honest
Gotta be I never break the promise
I know my plug me, I know my bitch hate me
I heard my hood I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault
It's just my blessings me
But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma ballin'
And I ain't textin' that bitch back she keep stallin'
If she ain't fuck the first night then she 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
Plug hit my line I act I ain't see 'em callin'
I so hard for [?] I'm tryna get some free bands
I'm the of the city my house Graceland
No respect for rappers they the coke man
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the man nigga