Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

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

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

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

It's to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's to sell 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 of this that I can't even hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

We marijuana farmers, all our rides like Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to they titties out and dance for us
You need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast
Take a hit and loss a hundred pounds quick fast

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

Pullin' coupes and escalators, enemies on
Million generators, 90 fast investigators
For flashy cars, the prison bars, mnage
The playin' cards I swear hard, now drop

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,