Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
This shit is highly
I just make it 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
a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk to see another nigga made it
Tell all them to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it
Counting a hundred mil so many times, I it
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by conversation
Show you the safe have to kill me for that combination
another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she
Sipping purple and that concentrated
This for my niggas in prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Ross]
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make payment
We hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The sweet, gave 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 I tell her I'mma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it's
Time to lay down these who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my masturbating
Round of applause 'cause choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm getting so you'll never hear me talking petty
on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, million, it's accumulating
I'm the hottest and these niggas 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 get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on these haters, ball 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 rich and I got yo
All in my and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, live in my crib
'Cause I handle my like a candle got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad my turn now
And I get that cash and my so bad, she so sophisticated
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
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 that to a bird and bounced back word