Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

And to how much power you have
When God sends prophets and
They don't nothing about your power
Because come from Thee power

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

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

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

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

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

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

Custom wooded speakers rock
Run from polices, dump on creatures, with preachers
Stainless Steel watches turtlenecks, here's the deal
If we can't come in, can't have the field

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

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

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

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

I'm rich, black, umbrella calico
Wes Craven with a and a black
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
in Costa Rica, Lisa she's sure to twist ya
Eatin chow lo mein with chopsticks, glocks aim
Watermelon chips, pop some

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

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

It was the
The Never

The poison master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

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