Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

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

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

[Hook: Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, then you make initial payment
We hard, run it back just 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 Dom and liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I'mma her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just it's activator
to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas
Round of applause 'cause choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it's
I'm the hottest and other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters will yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we get them for ten a key
And if he faking, him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
on these haters, ball 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
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my
'Cause I my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I 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, bitches and ain't got shit for haters
I my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an
You got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I that to a bird and bounced back like word