Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

I left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia, it's 109
I saw 30 bitches and 30 and I was on the wrong side of the house

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

in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the
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 my ride
300 in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to me while in mine so that's how I survived
My new deal with Def Jam set me for life
to chapel the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a
Got them gangstas who on my that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line 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

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
the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher
Panamera with Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther James shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the gang
Caught them slipping, gave a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta his back on 'em
Letting young bratt on 'em
Facts, never find me the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, take me to the cakebook
bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
Your chick, homie, hit on the Facebook
Damn, she hit on the motherfucking Facebook

Tell me it's real, I wanna
How does it feel, yeah, how does it

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

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

You know when hanging with billion dollar
One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion bitches
I just met a bitch who never jetlag
And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her bag
You underdig