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 lazy? I get so daisy
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my do 'bout 280

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

Why you actin' now you must want go see God now?
The same niggas you were beefin' 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 your now

It's hard to get rich but it shit 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 ain't shit for you to
I smoked so much of this that I even hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or off
My goin' 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, sign a hater, let him see my
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they we gettin' paper

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,