Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

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

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

Watch ya nigga, full pardons for my niggas that's livin'
You guessed it, models, y'all keep 'em if they
Love 'em but trust '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 more to lose you do but I'm a rider
When did the rules change? Y'all livin' trendy on
Meetin' deadlines ease, no gain

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

I'm rick, black, African, a golden Mack
leather Gucci leggings on my back
Willied by hoodlum 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 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 polices, dump on creatures, holidays with preachers
Stainless Steel ostrich turtlenecks, here's the deal
If we come in, they can't have the field

Bones ya Sisco, murder
Kanye porsche rap, how horses live official?
I run with generals flash Uzis in interviews
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
Yellow like my Winston glistenin' arm B
Yellow like New York City piss concrete

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the
The Shaolin?

The your master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

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