Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick
This is highly sophisticated
I make it look easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Rick
I'm so
To get a from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be
Purchase a whip from me and miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims Christians hate it
Even the black folk to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it
Counting a hundred mil so times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your
Show you the safe you'll have to kill me for 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
purple and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my in them prisons, overpopulated

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

[Verse 2: 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 niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas
Round of 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other cooling, ain't it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti will 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 haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever I got money, e'rybody 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, tryna live in my
'Cause I my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad it's my now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she so
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and 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 got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
that bad bitch like 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 to a bird and bounced back like word