Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

My and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, what I got my two Phantoms had a baby
I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so politely
you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 'bout 280

I sellin', you tellin', thought you killin' while you stealin'
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' a million
God made me super rich, the made you stupid, bitch
You be just like me if you quit with all that stupid shit

Why you actin' hard now you want go see God now?
The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your now
If you bout to run dogg, I guess you better now
to bring your gun so you got to use your heart now

It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to
It's hard to dope but it ain't shit to go to jail
It's hard to keep it but it ain't shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this that I can't even hide the

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

We marijuana farmers, all our rides like Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and for us
You don't need a Gym Class, like Slim Fast
Take a hit and a fuckin' hundred pounds quick fast

cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt kick the game off, we never take the game off
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin'
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper

Pullin' coupes and escalators, on respirators
Million dollar generators, 90 investigators
For flashy cars, the bars, mnage trois
The playin' cards I it's hard, now drop

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,