Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

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

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

Watch ya nigga, full pardons for my niggas that's livin'
You guessed it, models, keep 'em if they anorexic
Love 'em but can't trust 'em, 'em but won't bust 'em
Cake in the savings, spinning wisdom it's like a

Tats of Hieroglyphics, on the collar
I got more to than you do but I'm a rider
When did the change? Y'all livin' trendy on pennies
Meetin' deadlines ease, no gain

You fire, I'm butane, gave the Timbs ostrich
These are the times that I surprise
My niggas lookin' like Crowes at packed shows
The don voice stay like I'm still 17

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know we order hits, planes fire, is sure to get ya
Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa she's sure to ya
Eatin chow lo with chopsticks, glocks with aim
Watermelon chips, pop pain

From all the riches niggas forcing out they kid
Whether in hallways or boats, now us kid
Out in Alaska in the Astons, remember my
Hungry wolf who never eat in his

connects wrestlers yeah
Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in the Lexus shit
by the FBI, we gracious
More shit is tough milk it, carnation

It was the
The Never

The your master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

We talk, you're gonna die
My lord,
down
There's no point to it, just like his master
He's not gonna you