Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

My Mazeradi and Ferrari like to chill with my
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 killin' while you
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't with a million
God made me super rich, the made you stupid, bitch
You could be just like me if you quit with all that stupid

Why you hard now you must want go see God now?
The niggas you were beefin' with 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 heart now

hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell dope but it shit to go to jail
It's hard to it real but it ain't shit for you to tell
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 need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast
Take a hit and loss a hundred pounds quick fast

Snow cone a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the game off, we take the game off
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin'
a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we paper

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,