Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
This shit is highly
I just it look easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Rick
I'm so
To get a from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be
a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims Christians hate it
Even the folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it
Counting a mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by conversation
Show you the safe you'll have to me for that combination
Made another two just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just she Jamaican
Sipping purple and motherfucker concentrated
This for my in them prisons, overpopulated

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

2: Rick Ross]
I'm so
weed, busting open Dom and liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I'mma lick her
out the stick and spray that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so
So sophisticated 'cause them 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, rich forever, (Babyyy)
million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm that you see on BET
My Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Mill]
Shitting on these haters, ball hard D
Ever since I got money, need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no
But I be on my grind like I got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo
All in my and she all on my dick
With a on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit a candle got lit
'Cause I shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these so mad it's my turn now
And I get that and my bitch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo refrigerator
Boy you an
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I ask my amount
Treat that bad like a bad check 'cause I cash that 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 bounced back word