Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

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

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

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

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

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

We farmers, all our rides look like Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to pull titties 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

cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the 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 know we gettin'

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,