Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
This shit is sophisticated
I make it look 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 be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and miss a single payment
I'm from the where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see nigga made it
all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it
Counting a hundred mil so times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your
Show you the safe you'll have to me for that combination
Made another two milli off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit
Got a white bitch, she fucking me like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that motherfucker
This for my niggas in them prisons,

[Hook: Rick
This the mob so you get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta initial payment
We going hard, run it back just it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
Shit so (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, bitch we it (Ugh!)

2: Rick Ross]
I'm so
Smoking weed, 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 like it's activator
to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it's
I'm the hottest and these other cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Mill]
Shitting on these haters, ball hard D
since I got money, e'rybody 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 and I got yo bitch
All in my and she all on my dick
a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, I'm in my bag
And niggas so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she so
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo refrigerator
Boy you an
You got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check I cash that and I bounce
I never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced like word