Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

My Mazeradi and 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 daisy
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 280

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

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

hard 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 it real but it ain't shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this that I can't even the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

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

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,