Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

And regardless to how much power you
When God prophets and messengers
They care nothing about your power
Because come from Thee power

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the
The Shaolin?

The poison master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

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