Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

I just left the New United States,
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 fuckin' you
Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' you, baby
Yo

Speeding in the Ghost on the with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the
Gotta my concentration while counting my stacks
I got car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, jocking my ride
300 in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for is how you should ride
to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
My new with 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 them gangstas who on my that'll blow out your mind
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll out your mind

me it's real
Tell me is real, baby
How it feel?
How it feel?

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

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

Clean Maybach, but 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 wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming
He never told and he never the telephone
He on swole and that need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real got it for him

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

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