Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
This shit is highly
I just make it easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Ross]
I'm so
To get a verse me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be
Purchase a whip me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims Christians hate it
Even the black hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, refrigerated
bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but that 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 two milli just 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 and that motherfucker concentrated
for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back like it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, we made 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
out the stick and spray that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be
We you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
of applause 'cause them choppers 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)
million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters will 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: Mill]
on these haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody favors
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 whip and she all on my
With a on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit like a got lit
'Cause I shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she so
I'm hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit
Boy you an
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my
Treat that bad bitch like a bad 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I out on that ounce
And I flipped to a bird and bounced back like word