Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
This shit is sophisticated
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 from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and miss a single payment
I'm the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk to see another nigga made it
all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mil so many times, I it
You be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your
Show you the safe you'll have to kill me for that
Made another two milli off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and motherfucker concentrated
This for my in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Ross]
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like Walter Payton
The sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (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 I'mma her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be
We know you pussies, so you got my masturbating
Round of applause 'cause choppers be so captivating
So 'cause them hits be calculated
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, hundred million, accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm fucking you see on BET
My Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
on these haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody need
why I ain't 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 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 shit down, I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad it's my 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 my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo 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 that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced like word