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
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my do 'bout 280

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

Why you actin' hard now you must go see God now?
The same niggas you were 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 to get rich but it ain't shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to
It's to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this I can't even hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

We marijuana farmers, all our rides look like
Tell the girls to pull they titties out and dance for us
You need a Gym Class, crack like Slim Fast
Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds fast

Snow with a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the off, we never take the game off
Find a hater, sign a hater, let him see my
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we paper
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin'

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,