Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Forever Leaked

Make it rain and I leave it
I ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in
So dark, can't see in
Still a bitch to eat in there
She said, "How you pull off in your whip if no key in there?"
New coupe can fit in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy,

I pull up in Bentley, no
Balenciaga, these not no
I got a chopper could clear whole
I got a llama, I that bitch Tina
I let lil' bitch just hold on my Nina
You I stay, don't have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn't a
Now I'm the only thing out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad the bleachers
I get the like I work for Denise's
Violation, boy, money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can't fuck the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the feindin'
I got the Glock and my laser is
niggas borin', tell me when they're leavin'
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not
These niggas old heads, their recedin'
Go get the money, checks I'm receivin'
Like with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the
Rick my bed, I trip when I'm dreamin'
out my way, at the top, you can't glo me
Did so it's nothin' you can show me
I'm the type nigga that out in front on you
I'ma just pass you just to my homie
I'm the type that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my
rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don't know why they're always actin'
One of my youngest children just platinum
Startin' to think he better my oldest
up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three off my shoulders
Drippin', drownin' in the water,
Got more money than your father,
So that you're my daughter (daughter)
on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the up (floor up)
Sawed-off taught (bow)
shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, the door
2Pac, that's
better watch his whore (yeah)
I'ma him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life ('port)
But the pulled the cord (cord)
That's what happen we warrin' (woo)
1600, leave you (woo)
Counter carbon, a Corbin (woo)
Blue in the FN
It's G.E.D. I'm testin' (G.E.D.)
Get dollar with no dressin' (yeah)
They won't play this on FM (ayy)
You a rat, the PC
That's the pest control, not
Tell my bitch, "You his best
Oh no, you gon' text him (what?)
Let him in my section
We gon' hit him with a (message)"
We got shooters out in (Essex)
We got shooters out in (Texas)
All my niggas is wreck shit (wreck shit)
Throw your set, throw your set,
You keep me your new bitch
Boy, you're on my ex-bitch
She you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, necklace
You can it, I got extra (extra)
No, can't out-check us (check us)
a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the us
Make it and I leave it there
I don't clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in
So dark, see in there
Still a bitch to eat in there
She said, "How you pull off in your whip if no key in there?"
New coupe can fit in there
a blunt, 4 G's in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in
Margiela, put my feet in (yeah)
VVS', put my in there (yeah)
20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I leavin' there
1600, yeah, I be in
Come around, you get here
Come around, you get wet (wet)
around, you get checked here (checked here)