Luyện nghe bài hát Rich As Hell

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I bring it
Any and however you want it
at night and I can't sleep
I'm up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them from my temper creeping on me
That's me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' you and won't never tell
I can that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', the rich as hell

Get it and bring it, I it
You know how I get it, I know hard layers
I can that work and talk that work
I leave it and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for
Ballin', my haulin'
be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do often, fuck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know stalk 'em
Fuck his fam, I his coffin
who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got wanna off 'em
All smoke, it got me coughin'
MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm
you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't through a message, we come
We guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you that shit, I'm with it, hmm
how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with glizzies
I got on my tension
I got on top my lenses
I got straps inside Bentley
You wan' play, I you feel it
Come your way, make you get it

Bitch, I trap out Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who from Heaven
in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

I bring it
Any time and you want it
Late at and I can't sleep
I'm up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my creeping on me
That's from me 'em off and being home all by my lonely
and bales
I prefer chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the as hell

Whip that bitch out and she it
Check how a nigga be
I got cases pending, I got THC, liquid
If I point, youngins hit it
I got bitches up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red the tub
it
Run her a song, she that
Smoking strong, a pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that
'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you that we ain't with that
I put that in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what they talkin', fuck her friend, bitch, I'm rich
your man man, ho, I'm lit
Plus my clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi
Thot, your dad can't drip this

Bitch, I trap out Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my

I gotta it
Any time and however you it
Late at night and I sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing,
That's bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't tell
I can cook dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I eyeball, I don't need a scale
money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

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