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 your
Because come from Thee power

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

Watch ya conduct nigga, full for my niggas that's livin'
You it, models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic
Love 'em but can't trust 'em, '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 Y'all livin' trendy on pennies
Meetin' deadlines with ease, no

You fire, I'm butane, gave the Timbs 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, a golden 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 Chrysler
Exhalin' with niggaz the argue
Bring the best niggas to the table, I'll 4 of my whales on you

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know we hits, planes fire, niggas 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 pain

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

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

It was the
The Shaolin?

The poison your master is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

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