Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

And to how much power you have
When God sends and messengers
They don't care nothing about power
Because they come from power

Rare nigga, I'm a wonder, best success is my worst blunder
Feds tapped the
Jury Jacqueline could appreciate
to alleviate the pain, Eddie Kane, Richard Pryor, pinky ring

Watch ya conduct nigga, pardons for my niggas that's livin'
You it, models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic
Love 'em but can't trust 'em, hate 'em but won't 'em
in the savings, spinning wisdom it's like a custom

Tats of Hieroglyphics, lipstick on the
I got to lose than you do but I'm a rider
When did the rules change? Y'all trendy on pennies
Meetin' with ease, no gain

You fire, I'm butane, the Timbs ostrich belts
are the times that I surprise myself
My niggas lookin' like Black Crowes at shows
The don voice pristine like I'm still 17

I'm rick, black, African, rockin' a golden
Trailing leather Gucci on my back
Willied by hoodlum in the trench
these niggaz, 86 gazelles, dicing their defense

Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a
16 ways to you through your Chrysler duke
Exhalin' with niggaz the jails
Bring the best niggas to the table, I'll sick 4 of my on you

Custom wooded rock Elise's
Run polices, dump on creatures, holidays with preachers
Stainless watches ostrich turtlenecks, here's the deal
If we can't come in, they can't the field

ya Sisco, murder instrumentals
Kanye porsche rap, how horses live official?
I run with generals that Uzis in interviews
My is deep, we fly swimming dude

Verse 2 gotta be all murder like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu
Yellow my Harry Winston glistenin' arm B
like New York City piss stained concrete

That's yo, who voted toastin' in the wind?
Las odors, what you know
Leave it right here, we go to the
Put a package on head, be promoted
Keys in effect, paying dumb fuckin' D's off a donuts

I hate to see you acting a slave
To get an advance here, an advance
Because somebody else controls destiny

I'm rich, black, calico captain
Wes Craven with a and a black
From hood ornaments, junkies win in my tournaments
My shit is listed like informants

You know we order hits, fire, niggas is sure to get ya
in Costa Rica, Lisa she's sure to twist ya
Eatin lo mein with chopsticks, glocks with aim
Watermelon chips, pop some

From all the riches forcing out they feelings kid
in hallways or boats, now feel us kid
Out in in the Astons, remember my passion
wolf who never eat in his castle

Bolivian connects yeah
Chef ambidextrous, to back you in like the Lexus shit
Hunted by the FBI, we
More demonstrations shit is tough it, carnation

It was the
The Shaolin?

The poison master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

We don't talk, you're die
My lord,
Quiet
There's no point to it, he's like his master
He's not gonna you