Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick
shit is highly sophisticated
I just make it 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 be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims Christians hate it
the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, refrigerated
bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mil so 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 have to kill me for that combination
another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this amazing
Got a white bitch, she me just like she Jamaican
Sipping and that motherfucker concentrated
for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Ross]
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make payment
We going hard, run it back just it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my niggas an (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, we made it (Ugh!)

[Verse 2: 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 and spray that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you
I'm getting money so never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, (Babyyy)
Fifty million, million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm fucking you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters will yo ass on TMZ
Breaking and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on these haters, ball D Waiters
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 hand on my stick, live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit a candle got lit
I burn 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 now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit
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 cash and I bounce
I ain't had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped to a bird and bounced back like word