Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

And regardless to how much power you
When God sends and messengers
They don't care nothing your power
Because come from Thee power

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

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

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

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

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

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

Custom wooded speakers Elise's
Run from polices, dump on creatures, holidays preachers
Steel watches ostrich turtlenecks, here's the deal
If we can't in, they can't have the field

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

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

That's right yo, who voted toastin' in the
Las Vegas odors, you know
it right here, we go to the Lotus
Put a on your 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 there
Because somebody else your destiny

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

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

all the riches niggas forcing out they feelings kid
Whether in hallways or boats, now us kid
Out in Alaska in the Astons, my passion
Hungry wolf who eat in his castle

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

It was the
The Shaolin?

The your master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

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