Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

My and Ferrari like 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 Lambo do 280

I sellin', heard you tellin', you killin' while you stealin'
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' a million
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' now you must want go see God now?
The same niggas you were beefin' with are up in yard now
If you bout to run dogg, I guess you start now
to bring 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 shit to go to jail
It's to keep it real but it ain't shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this that I even hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

We marijuana farmers, all our rides look 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 fuckin' pounds quick fast

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

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,