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 watch saying hi we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing get in
My earring we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball
I'm into bigger 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
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 blaze 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 tell me shit nigga
You can me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggas, cocky niggaz it's all good
around 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, back, roll out I'm done (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 will split ya up
I lay you down, them will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit
I go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm bloody man, the hood 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 the fuck up in the pen

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I'm in the on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, I'm in the hooptay
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 back, damn shit changed
young boys, they done got they own work man

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