Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

My Mazeradi and Ferrari 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 politely
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my do 'bout 280

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

Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God
The same niggas you beefin' with 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 hard to get rich but it ain't to go to hell
hard to sell 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 so much 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 pull titties out and dance for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Fast
Take a hit and loss a hundred pounds quick fast

Snow cone with a chain on and off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the game off, we never take the off
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now know we gettin' 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 investigators
For cars, the prison bars, mnage trois
The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,