Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Decisions

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

Rich niggas poor decisions
All my little homies up in
I'mma let you know how I'm livin'

I can you' bout the Mach Five
I can you what them blocks buy
I can tell you 'bout my ties
I can you to the far side
Poor makin' plagued you niggas' lives
You sellin' crack up on momma porch
While she still through her new divorce
He has a as he raise his voice
When he really needs to raise his
Young thugs with so much
thugs havin' no balance
Young havin' no fathers
Young catchin' dope charges
up she say she felt alone
Now she for that pot of gold
Another in the bowl
say her mother never played her role
I heard her mother on the roll
Her mother wearin' gold
Where I'm from I guess that's how it

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

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

The Beloved says
Grown man bars is somethin' you deal with
Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can with
That sound like from out a bull mouth
the tepee is a full house
Simple keep you out the cold
If you hold it together, we'll never fold
Why you lettin' the devil you out your soul
You believe in God then at least believe in odds
This house of our is a house of cards
Just without the yards, and nice adjacent
We was black but that shit'll make you dark
Even with a handful of
on the club just to find a little love, my regards
Cause when P-O-V is poverty
It's like a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key
D-O-P-E bob and weave
And the boxer free
Up out them rings like it was 3
Caught up in the now
Look at how we came out olly olly oxen free
That ain't why watchin' me, yeah, yeah
Poor decider since 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles
Instead of buildin' up a in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my blood pressure's
Medical, nigga I'm tellin' you
Coveting over community
Rappers your shootin' sprees
around and publish bars like it ain't got shit to do with me
Easy to record so
Rich

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

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

Aye Ricky I'mma flip the
How poor niggas makin' rich decisions?
Poor niggas rich decisions
That shit right there is more
I think that might be a better
Poor makin' rich decisions
Can't 'em but you still gon' get 'em
That's a poor nigga making rich
jewelry but you know you're vision
Yeah!
On a
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