Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme

I just left the New 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 Scott get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what the for
tell you be with them
Nah, I'm just with you
Aye, Scott, I'm fuckin' with you, baby
Yo

in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
gather my concentration while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women my ride
300 horses in bitch, need a jockey inside
floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me in mine so that's how I survived
My new deal with Def Jam set me for life
Want to chapel the BM, man, I'm just the dice
Big numbers, I'm Wall, I'm balling tonight
Just joking, my sense of is like one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out mind
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 that'll blow out your mind

Tell me real
Tell me is real, baby
How does it
How does it

Vici Liberace, I'm rich as a
Charm city boys get a whole city of
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on
My bitch smiling I bet, now we on Fisher Isle
Panamera with Dribble, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival
Caught slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his on 'em
Letting young bratt on 'em
Facts, find me with the fake look
little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
Your chick, homie, hit homie on the
Damn, she hit homie on the motherfucking

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

Clean Maybach, but it's as shit
partitioning for the women, how busy 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 never told and he never the telephone
He on swole and that nigga need a
In a Range and a real nigga got it for him

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

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