Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

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

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

Speeding in the Ghost on the with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while counting my
I got eight car and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women my ride
300 horses in bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so 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
Just joking, my sense of humor is one of a kind
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll out your mind

Tell me it's
me this is real, baby
How does it
How does it

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

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

Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as
They partitioning for the women, how we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the feel
It's all a dream and never me up until it's real
Duffle bags, for the homie when he coming home
He told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that nigga 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 real, I wanna know
How it feel, to be supreme

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