Luyện nghe bài hát Rican Johnny

Murder For
Winner Association
Comission guys are
We got it for the next two summers,
Take her backseat watch
Holiday Season, bitch
Money count stop
cars, bad bitches
Suitcase of money
(Holiday Season)
I don't get tired

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

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

Bitch I got paper, to get if I'm then I'd probably end up unhappy
I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics my bitch didn't a package
The neighbor was snoopin' he threatened to me to court 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 orders to a bitch, excuse me?
Fynna say orders to bitch
I ain't really even really wanna argue this shit I got a condo and a
And the people I own it check, now nigga come get it how you live
Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my nigga [?] got a feelin' that I'm on a [?]
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 dick Im'ma starve the
with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a nigga up with his arms in the car
In the car unalarm, in the car withas I was talkin' bout the feds if your offed then your on

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

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