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
man, you hear what I said
having a slumber party all my bitches bread
made man, also known as Papi
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist always on frio, me chilly chill
super head and super head, and I really
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga
still sickie, it aint 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 on top of dollar bills
all Im throwing, if she wont her momma will
made n-ggas, talking a lot of
8 digits a n-gga tryna

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

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont many
I say my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I know where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches 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 my round
tomorrows money, I call it maana
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 Miami
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
smoking bull riders, shit slow as a ballad
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, no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Damon Wayans, know that homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

[Rick - Verse 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, bitch insane
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you a baby boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you what I said
I got some bad news, Jabar in the feds
facing twenty, he did a dime
been out a year, look he finna ride
genocide, these people 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 Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off