Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
This shit is sophisticated
I just make it look easy,
me

[Verse 1: Ross]
I'm so
To get a verse from me, you be initiated
To get a from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the even Christians hate it
Even the folk hate to see another nigga made it
all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it
Counting a 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 you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made 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

[Hook: Rick
This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial
We going hard, run it back like 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: Rick
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and later
I bust her open I tell her I'mma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay down niggas who still be masquerading
We you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you
I'm getting 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 cooling, ain't it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody 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 and I got yo bitch
All in my and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, tryna in my crib
'Cause I my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad my turn now
And I get that and my bitch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking and ain't got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now 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 that bad bitch 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 that to a bird and bounced back like word