Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

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

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

New niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the 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, niggas go and front
I go up out the trunk, back, roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the
You see me sitting on dubs, why you mad chump
make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 wit heat
I can't go commercial, love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like
Locked up in a pen, I still do my
See-O screaming shut the 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
Porsche on Friday, I do my way
or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my game
But she don't know me, she only my nickname
Left the hood and came back, shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own man

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