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 saying quit 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 my style
Ya wrist bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring it say fifty I'm sick
why these niggas is on my dick
Some me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon my shit
See I'm alive man I really don't
I tell them hoes whatever want to hear
You try and me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

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I was a nigga
Now I'm a nigga
Getting paper now you tell me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six
In the backseat ya bitch nigga

New York niggas, cocky like it's all good
Fuck we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I no fucking 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, 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
Don't me hit ya up, 50 cent 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 real bloody man, the hood me man
make me show up in ya crib 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
or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my game
But she know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, shit changed
These young boys, done got they own work man

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