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 verse from me, you be initiated
To get a from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip me and never miss a single payment
I'm the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne
Just bought a 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a mil so many times, I contemplate it
You be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I your card, I know you're pussy by your 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 you this shit amazing
Got a bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that concentrated
This for my niggas in prisons, overpopulated

Rick Ross]
This the mob so you get initiated
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 niggas an (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, we made it (Ugh!)

[Verse 2: Ross]
I'm so
Smoking weed, open Dom and liquor later
I her open then I tell her I'mma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay down these niggas who be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas
Round of applause 'cause them be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you
I'm money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the and these other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm fucking you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters have yo ass on TMZ
news 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 hard D
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 ain't got no
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 handle my shit a candle got lit
'Cause I shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad it's my now
And I get cash and my bitch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking 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 shit
Boy you an
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I ask my amount
Treat bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back word