Luyện nghe bài hát Rican Johnny

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

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

1]
My bitch is Tahoe, this whip equipped with 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, awkwardly I got an ounce, groupies be followin' me
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
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 then I'd probably end up unhappy
I'm a ceramic, pull up on ceramics my bitch didn't deliver a package
The neighbor was snoopin' he threatened to take me to court and you we look at it like rattin'
Nigga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long, but that shit wasn't effective

2]
Where the at, rubber band that
Caught givin' orders to a bitch, excuse me?
Fynna say orders to your
I ain't really even really argue this shit I got a condo and a crib
And the people that I own it check, now nigga get it how you live
Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my nigga [?] got a feelin' 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 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 alarm I was bout the feds if your offed then your on

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

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