Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

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

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

Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with
My new bitch out of D.C., me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration counting my stacks
I got eight car and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my
300 in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False for firearms is how you should ride
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 out your mind
Got them who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out 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 whole city of
Through the wire we niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher
Panamera with Tony Dribble, BK's of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
Letting young bratt on 'em
Facts, never find me with the fake
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
chick, homie, hit homie on the Facebook
Damn, she hit homie on the motherfucking

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

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

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

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