Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

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

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

Watch ya conduct nigga, full pardons for my 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
in the savings, spinning wisdom it's like a custom

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

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

I'm rick, black, African, rockin' a golden
Trailing leather leggings on my back
by some 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 argue
the best niggas to the table, I'll sick 4 of my whales on you

Custom wooded speakers rock
Run polices, dump on creatures, holidays with preachers
Stainless Steel watches ostrich turtlenecks, the deal
If we can't come in, they can't have the

Bones ya Sisco, murder
Kanye porsche rap, how horses live 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 my Harry Winston glistenin' arm B
Yellow like New City piss stained concrete

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

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

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

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

From all the riches niggas forcing out 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 wrestlers yeah
Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in the Lexus shit
by the FBI, we gracious
More demonstrations shit is tough milk it,

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
not gonna tell you