Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick
This shit is highly
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 never miss a payment
I'm from the city the Muslims even Christians hate it
the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get
I pull your card, I know you're by your conversation
Show you the safe you'll have to kill me for combination
Made another two just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she
Sipping purple and that motherfucker
This for my niggas in prisons, overpopulated

Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial
We going hard, run it back just 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!)

[Verse 2: Ross]
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and later
I bust her open then I tell her lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like activator
Time to lay down these who still be masquerading
We you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm money so you'll never hear me talking petty
on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, it
I got a bitch I'm fucking 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, fuck him, tell them "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Mill]
Shitting on haters, ball hard D Waiters
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 and I got yo bitch
All in my and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, live in my crib
'Cause I my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she so
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 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 ain't never had but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back word