Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick
This is highly sophisticated
I make it look easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Ross]
I'm so
To get a verse from me, you gotta be
To get a purse from me, she gotta be
Purchase a whip from me and miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the even Christians hate it
Even the folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the one, got it confiscated
Counting a mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your
Show you the safe you'll to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli off the compilation
I hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just she Jamaican
purple and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick
This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, bitch we it (Ugh!)

2: Rick Ross]
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and later
I bust her open then I tell her I'mma her later
Pull out the stick and that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them be so captivating
So 'cause them hits be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me petty
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, it
I got a bitch I'm fucking you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on these haters, hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody need
That's why I got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so and I got yo bitch
All in my and she all on my dick
a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I my shit like a candle got lit
I burn shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And niggas so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she so
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now me get the paper
My so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and back like word