Luyện nghe bài hát All Birds

(Intro - Ross)
Walk with a real
Self millionaire
more could you ask for?

(Rick Ross)
I'm a in a Maserati
I'm a John Gotti got my own
Worth 50 million and all on me
50 on my Rolly knowing phony
Last problem I had a headshot him
Say the word on the street is my man got him
If I involved you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all need Aaliyah problems
May she rest her I got a sleeping problem
All my CD's gold but the darker
Bastard child but I got of cars
G this little thing of ours
Take it to the motherfucker plea
Niggas laying on your crib while momma sleep
Home cooked meals for the real
Hot 9 for you little niggas
Wanna shoplift come and this
We run the fucking game nigga is
Cargo pants and my red
Talking bout you know the boy got em
(Hook)
No clothes in the closet all birds
No sneakers in the box it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk man it's all
and I ain't going back, ball first

(French Montana)
you need you know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay making millions he getting sleep
Cars European and see the fleet
Went commercial and see us if you need the street
bring it home nigga bet the bank
Sierra Leone all up in the
Bout to double up, Mason Betha
Huddle up round King Arthur shit
Shorty ass fat she stand straight
Spent down payment on my landscape
Niggas sideways like the phantom
Hundred round drum sound like of applause
Slicker than a can of
Paid the state and the ice a hundred grand a
Coke boy I be 30 for a now
Coke near same price as dope now
(Hook)
No clothes in the closet it's all
No sneakers in the sneaker box it's all
No luggage in the trunk man all birds
and I ain't going back, I'ma ball