Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
shit is highly sophisticated
I make it look easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Rick
I'm so
To get a verse from me, you be initiated
To get a purse from me, she be sophisticated
Purchase a from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the even Christians hate it
Even the black hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, refrigerated
Just a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your
Show you the safe you'll to kill me for that combination
Made another two just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she me just like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that motherfucker
This for my niggas in them prisons,

[Hook: Ross]
the mob so you gotta 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, all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, bitch we it (Ugh!)

2: Rick Ross]
I'm so
weed, busting open 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 who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas
Round of applause 'cause them be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, million, it's accumulating
I'm the and these other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters will yo ass on TMZ
Breaking and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
on these haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I got no neighbors
But I be on my grind I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo
All in my and she all on my dick
a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my 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 cash 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 now watch 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
that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped to a bird and bounced back like word