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 earring saying we can hit the mall
Shorty its right that we ball together
I'm bigger things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya bling bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my
my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm alive man I don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they want to
You try and play me I'ma it in
My cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

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I was a poor
Now I'm a nigga
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 York niggas, cocky like it's all good
around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I no fucking bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know grammar
See me I get it crunk, go head and front
I go up out the trunk, back, roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why you mad
make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, carnids 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 bloody man, the love me man
Don't make me up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I do my thing
See-O shut the fuck 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
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick
But she don't know me, she know my nickname
Left the and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got own work man

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