Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my talk for me
My gat for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi we can be friends
My whip saying quit bitch get in
My saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas y'all my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit blow
My pinky ring it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these niggas is on my
Some me, some love my hits
my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm alive man I don't care
I tell them hoes they want to hear
You try and play me I'ma it in
My chromes cost more the crib ya momma raised ya in

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I was a poor
Now I'm a rich
Getting paper now you tell me shit nigga
You can me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggas, niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country
See me I get it crunk, niggas go and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out I'm (yeah)
My come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will and get ya up
See 50 fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, love me in the street
I'm bloody man, the hood love me man
Don't make me up in ya crib like bro-man
up in a pen, I still do my thing
See-O screaming the fuck up in the pen

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I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the
on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the
Shorty she can tell ya my dick game
But she don't know me, she know my nickname
Left the hood and back, damn shit changed
young boys, they done got they own work man

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