Luyện nghe bài hát Rican Johnny

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

Money really make me feel I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz, boku freaks me
I was born a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly like Puerto Rican
Money comin' to me round with 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 like Rican Johnny

1]
My bitch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped Moscado my driver be drivin' me a'round
Gunner and my clique full or shooters look stupid they sendin' them 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 ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin', this time I go ahead and just turn it
What's up the clique they 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 it's somewhat the way I behave with her
Want me to stick with her, I could just play with her hard enough feelings won't kiss, won't lay 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 my bitch didn't deliver a package
The neighbor was snoopin' he threatened to take me to court and you know we look at it like
Nigga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long, but shit wasn't even effective

2]
Where the at, rubber band that
Caught money orders to a bitch, excuse me?
Fynna say orders to bitch
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 come get it how you live
Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my [?] got a feelin' that I'm on a muthafuckin' [?]
Carve a not at all a pussy, would it bother you or can I call you pussy?
On the phone a bitch I can off a pussy, I ain't feed her no dick Im'ma starve the pussy
Ball with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a nigga up with his 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 with the way the money come off of drugs
My conversations addictive some people might catch 'em a
you was in jail this nigga was fuckin' your fionce
That bitch gon' and she gon' kik but she not Beyonce

Niggas playin' with my niggas they not here
You know you owe some niggas 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 Rico
Ball, ball, to Puerto Rico
You got that in
Let me that nigga