Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

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

[Verse 1: Rick
I'm so
To get a verse me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single
I'm from the city the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see nigga made it
Tell all them to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the one, got it confiscated
a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're by your conversation
you the safe you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the
I just hit a lick, I'm you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that motherfucker
for my niggas 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 just like it's Payton
The sweet, gave all my niggas 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 liquor
I bust her open I tell her I'mma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just it's activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be
We you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated them hits be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me petty
on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti will have yo ass on TMZ
news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on these haters, ball D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no
But I be on my like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo
All in my whip and she all on my
With a hand on my stick, live in my crib
'Cause I my shit like a candle got lit
I burn shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad my turn now
And I get that cash and my so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and 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 never ask my
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on ounce
And I flipped to a bird and bounced back like word