Luyện nghe bài hát Rican Johnny

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

Money really make me feel like I could be
When I pull up in that Benz, boku surround me
I was born with a who am I to lie
You know I let fly like Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me ridin' with duffel bags
Stacks of dirty money wrapped in 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 came equipped with Moscado my driver be me a'round
Gunner and Boobie my clique full or shooters look stupid they them rounds
I'm in bounds, awkwardly I got an ounce, groupies be followin' me around
Want me the take off the rubbers, you tell me its you fuck with a few of my rounds
Bitches ain't baggy, but my are saggin', this time 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 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 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 end up unhappy
I'm a ceramic, pull up on ceramics my bitch didn't deliver a package
The neighbor was he threatened to take me to court and you know we look at it like rattin'
Nigga out in front of his home like aiming this long, but that shit wasn't even effective

2]
Where the benz at, band that
Caught money givin' to a bitch, excuse me?
Fynna say orders to your
I really even really wanna argue this shit I got a condo and a crib
And the that I own it check, now nigga come 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, would it bother you or can I call you
On the phone with a bitch I can off a pussy, I ain't her no dick Im'ma starve the pussy
Ball with the 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 talkin' bout the feds if your then your on

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

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