Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

And to how much power you have
When God prophets and messengers
They don't care about your power
Because they from Thee power

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

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

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

You fire, I'm butane, gave the Timbs belts
are the times that I surprise myself
My niggas lookin' Black Crowes 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 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 duke
Exhalin' niggaz the jails argue
the best niggas to the table, I'll sick 4 of my whales on you

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

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

Verse 2 be all murder just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu
like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm B
Yellow like New City piss 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 on your head, be promoted
Keys in effect, paying dumb fuckin' D's off a donuts

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

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

You know we hits, planes fire, niggas is sure 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 riches niggas forcing out they kid
in hallways or boats, now feel us kid
Out in in the Astons, remember my passion
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 is tough milk it, carnation

It was the
The Never

The your master 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