Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

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

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

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

of Hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar
I got to lose than you do but I'm a rider
When did the rules change? Y'all livin' trendy on
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 packed
The don voice pristine like I'm still 17

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

Mike Tyson disciple, with my pen, it's a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your Chrysler
Exhalin' with niggaz the jails
Bring the best niggas to the table, I'll 4 of my whales 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 in, they can't have the field

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

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

right yo, who voted toastin' in the wind?
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 here, an advance there
Because somebody else controls destiny

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

You know we order hits, planes fire, is sure to get ya
Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa sure to twist ya
chow lo mein with chopsticks, glocks with aim
Watermelon chips, pop some

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

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

It was the
The Shaolin?

The poison your drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

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