Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my whip 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 earring saying we can hit the mall
Shorty its only right we ball together
I'm bigger things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit blow
My pinky ring it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these is on my dick
Some hate me, some my hits
Flex my man he gon my shit
See I'm alive man I really care
I tell them hoes whatever want to hear
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 can't me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

New niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong
I'm up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country
See me I get it crunk, niggas go and front
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 on dubs, that's 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 wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the
I'm real 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
screaming shut the fuck up in the pen

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

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