Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! up homie
My watch hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall
Shorty its only right that we ball
I'm into bigger y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling, my shit bling blow
My ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's why niggas is on my dick
Some hate me, some my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my
See I'm man I really don't care
I tell them whatever 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 nigga
Now I'm a rich
Getting paper now you can't me shit nigga
You can me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch

New niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country
See me I get it crunk, go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, out I'm done (yeah)
My come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
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, carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit
I can't go commercial, they 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 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
or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick
But she don't know me, she only my nickname
the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, done got they own work man

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