Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

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

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

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

It's hard to get rich but it ain't to go to hell
It's hard to dope but it ain't shit to go to jail
It's hard to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to
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 look Transformers
Tell the pretty to pull they titties out and dance for us
You don't need a Gym Class, like Slim Fast
Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds 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, 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
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we paper

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,