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 me, you gotta be initiated
To get a from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never a single payment
I'm the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk to see another nigga made it
Tell all them to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 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 by your conversation
you the safe you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me like she Jamaican
purple and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my niggas in prisons, overpopulated

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

2: Rick Ross]
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting Dom and liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch like 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 'cause them hits be
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so never hear me talking 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 shooters have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get for ten a key
And if he faking, him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on these haters, hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, need favors
That's why I got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind I ain't got no paper
But I'm so and I got yo bitch
All in my whip and she all on my
With a hand on my stick, tryna in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit like a 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 balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got 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 got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like