Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz papers
smoking my favourite
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you hear what I
having a slumber all my bitches counting bread
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my always on frio, call me chilly chill
super head and super head, and I will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no option
not for made and Im never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, b-tch just keep on dancing

dollar bills on top of dollar
thats all Im throwing, if she wont her momma
made n-ggas, a lot of skrill
8 digits a n-gga tryna

made man, you what I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, called the
made men, Im screaming dollar
the trunk on the Porsche
there they go, bills

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I know where the f-ck Im at for certain
it boils down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but tell me that I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just aint my style, I call it
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I might just to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, and Khaled
smoking riders, shit moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be nice if you me
Im buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson,
Ive got the right to do it, its only to do it
love me some head, and I love a that likes to do it
still love my team, aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
Black panorama, I it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that bitch
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you still a baby boy, we big things
street n-ggas, you what I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the
facing twenty, he just did a
been out a year, like he finna ride
genocide, these people time
you in a hole, you must be penalised
soon as you see success, haters
miami drive, half a million nothing less
the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off