Luyện nghe bài hát Rican Johnny

Murder For
Bread Winner
guys are ithere
We got it for the next two summers,
her backseat watch this
It's Holiday Season,
count don't stop
Foreign cars, bad
Suitcase full of
(Holiday Season)
Nigga I get tired

Money make me feel like I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz, boku surround me
I was born a plug who am I to lie
You know I let fly like Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me ridin' round duffel bags
Stacks of dirty wrapped in boku rubber bands
I was born with a who am I to lie
You know I let them fly Puerto Rican Johnny

1]
My bitch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped Moscado my driver be drivin' me a'round
Gunner and Boobie my clique full or shooters look stupid they sendin' rounds
While I'm in bounds, I got an ounce, groupies be followin' me around
Want me the take off the rubbers, you tell me its nothin' you fuck a few of my rounds
Bitches ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin', this I go ahead and just turn it backwards
What's up with the clique they like don't fuck with rappers, I'm not into swaggin' but they love my
Your bitch is an animal, fuck from the back and it's degradin' the way I behave with her
me to stick with her, I could just play with her hard enough feelings won't kiss, won't lay with her

Bitch I got paper, to get if I'm broke then I'd probably end up
I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics my didn't deliver a package
The neighbor was snoopin' he threatened to me to court and you know we look at it like rattin'
Nigga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long, but that wasn't even effective

2]
Where the benz at, band that
money givin' orders to a bitch, excuse me?
Fynna say to your bitch
I ain't really even really wanna argue this I got a condo and a crib
And the people that I own it check, now nigga get it how you live
Put on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my nigga [?] got a feelin' that I'm on a muthafuckin' [?]
a pussy not at all a pussy, would it bother you or can I call you pussy?
On the phone with a bitch I can off a pussy, I ain't feed her no dick Im'ma the pussy
Ball with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a up with his arms in the car
In the car unalarm, in the car withas alarm I was bout the feds if your offed then your on

I'm in love with the way the money off of these drugs
My conversations addictive people might catch 'em a buzz
While you was in jail this was fuckin' your fionce
That gon' love and she gon' kik but she not Beyonce

Niggas playin' my niggas when they not here
You know you owe some money its gon' sound fair
Treat my nigga like he [?] you a pussy
And don't be rappin' on his name with all you niggas
Ball, to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto
Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto
You got that in
Let me that nigga