Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

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

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I was a nigga
Now I'm a rich
Getting paper now you can't tell me nigga
You can me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

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

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I'm in the on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do my way
Vipe or Vette, I up the highway
she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don't me, she only know my nickname
the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, done got they own work man

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