Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

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

I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' you stealin'
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't with a million
God made me super rich, the devil 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 same niggas you were beefin' with are up in your 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 but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell dope but it ain't 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 hide the

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or 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 know we paper

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,