Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

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

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

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

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

You fire, I'm butane, gave the ostrich belts
These are the that I surprise myself
My niggas lookin' Black 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, dicing defense

Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, a rifle
16 to shoot you through your Chrysler duke
with niggaz the jails argue
Bring the best niggas to the table, sick 4 of my whales on you

Custom wooded rock Elise's
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

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

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

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

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

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

From all the niggas forcing out they feelings kid
Whether in hallways or boats, now 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
Hunted by the FBI, we
More demonstrations is tough milk it, carnation

It was the
The Shaolin?

The poison your 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