Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my talk for me
My gat for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the together
Shorty its only that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit blow
My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm
That's why these is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my
Flex my man he gon my shit
See I'm alive man I really care
I tell hoes whatever they want to hear
You try and play me blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma ya in

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I was a poor
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 fondling ya nigga

New York niggas, cocky like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking
I'm from the whody, but I know country grammar
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, that's why you mad
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 wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the
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
screaming shut the fuck up in the pen

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I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the
on Friday, I do things 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
young boys, they done got they own work man

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