Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick
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 me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another made it
Tell all pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mil so many times, I 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 kill me for that
Made another two just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this amazing
Got a bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sipping and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my niggas in them prisons,

Rick Ross]
This the mob so you get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make 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, we made it (Ugh!)

[Verse 2: Rick
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and later
I bust her open then I tell her I'mma lick her
Pull out the stick and spray that 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 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me petty
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it's
I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' shooters 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 hard D
since I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo
All in my whip and she all on my
With a on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad it's my 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 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 never ask my
Treat that bad bitch a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back word