Luyện nghe bài hát Made Men

[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I it Katy Perry
Wiz papers
my favourite berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its like Madonna
Made man, you hear I said
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also known as Chulo
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chilly
super head and head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch keep on dancing

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a squares
if you scared, the feds
made men, Im screaming dollar
park the on the Porsche
they go, Dollar bills

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont many
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look like a creole n-gga
New know its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo posting watching Miami kill
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a
tattoo on your ass, itd be nice if you me
Im buying bitches furs, Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its only to do it
love me head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
still love my team, aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont that
you know we my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

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