Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! up homie
My watch hi shorty we can be friends
My saying quit playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall
Shorty its right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas y'all know my
Ya bling 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 my shit
See I'm alive man I don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they to hear
You try and play me blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya raised ya in

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

New York niggas, cocky like it's all good
Fuck around we in the wrong hood
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, go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, 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
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will ya up
I lay you down, them carnids come and get ya up
See 50 fa keeps, and 50 stay 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 like bro-man
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 Benz on Monday, the BM on
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 game
But she don't know me, she only my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit
These young boys, they done got they own man

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