Luyện nghe bài hát Rican Johnny

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

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

1]
My bitch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped with Moscado my driver be drivin' me
Gunner and Boobie my clique full or shooters stupid they sendin' them rounds
While I'm in bounds, awkwardly I got an ounce, groupies be me around
Want me the take off the rubbers, you tell me its nothin' you with a few of my rounds
Bitches ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin', this time I go ahead and just it backwards
What's up with the clique like don't fuck with rappers, I'm not into swaggin' but they love my swagger
Your bitch is an animal, fuck from the back and somewhat degradin' the way I behave with her
Want me to stick with her, I could just play with her hard enough 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 bitch deliver a package
The neighbor was snoopin' he threatened to take me to and you know we look at it like rattin'
out in front of his home felt like aiming this long, but that shit wasn't even effective

2]
Where the benz at, band that
Caught money givin' orders to a bitch, me?
Fynna say to your bitch
I ain't really even really wanna argue shit 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' [?]
Carve a pussy not at all a pussy, 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 Im'ma starve 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 alarm I was talkin' bout the feds if your offed then your on

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

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