Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Decisions

Rich makin' poor decisions
Rich makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas poor decisions

Rich makin' poor decisions
All my homies up in prison
let you know just how I'm livin'

I can tell you' the Mach Five
I can show you what blocks buy
I can tell you 'bout my ties
I can you to the far side
decision makin' plagued you niggas' lives
You sellin' up on your momma porch
While she still goin' through her new
He has a as he raise his voice
When he really needs to raise his
Young thugs with so talent
thugs havin' no balance
Young havin' no fathers
Young niggas catchin' dope
up she say she felt alone
Now she for that pot of gold
Another in the bowl
They say her mother played her role
I heard her always on the roll
Her mother always wearin'
Where I'm I guess that's how it goes

Rich niggas makin' poor
Rich niggas makin' decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor

Rich makin' poor decisions
niggas makin' poor decisions
All my homies up in prison
gotta tell 'em how you livin'

The T-Rex says
Grown man bars is you gotta deal with
hand cards but nothin' that you can build with
That sound like bullshit from out a mouth
the tepee is a full house
Simple shelter keep you out the
If you it close together, we'll never fold
Why you the devil beat you out your soul
You don't believe in God at least believe in odds
This house of our is just a of cards
Just without the yards, and nice adjacent
We was born but that shit'll make you dark
with a handful of hearts
Mind on the just to find a little love, my regards
when your P-O-V is poverty
It's like D-O-C a lottery, that be lock and key
D-O-P-E bob and weave
And the boxer free
Up out them like it was Rocky 3
up in the game now
Look at how we out like olly olly oxen free
That why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah
Poor decider since like 4, 5 or coated, colored edibles
Instead of buildin' up a in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my pressure's incredible
Medical, yeah nigga I'm you
Coveting cars over
Rappers your shootin' sprees
Turn around and publish bars it ain't got shit to do with me
Easy to record so
niggas

Rich niggas makin' poor
Rich niggas poor decisions
Rich makin' poor decisions

Can't tell you 'bout that H
But I'll you 'bout this hate dude
And I'll show you where raise a tool
I a nigga late for the labels or the latest shoes
I'm from an era where gold trinkets buy attention
And the hoes thinking might blow your winky for a emblem
Label that'll fuck a sale and suck a store
Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't
Or afford, a Dodge, or a
Where she end up on your knob she has never been adored
Lord help us, my generation to an end
Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon'
I mean really why I pretend?
a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed
I'm reppin' my set, no who posin' against
Once I got hot, they only good to vent

Aye Ricky I'mma the mission
How 'bout poor makin' rich decisions?
niggas makin' rich decisions
That shit right there is efficient
I think that might be a description
Poor niggas makin' rich
Can't 'em but you still gon' get 'em
That's a poor making rich decisions
Buyin' jewelry but you you're vision
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