Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

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

[Verse 1: Ross]
I'm so
To get a verse from me, you be initiated
To get a purse me, she gotta be sophisticated
a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians it
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga it
Tell all them to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper the last one, got it confiscated
a hundred 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 have to kill me for that combination
another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just she Jamaican
Sipping and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick
the mob so you gotta 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!)

[Verse 2: Ross]
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting open Dom and liquor
I bust her open then I tell her lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like activator
Time to lay down niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my masturbating
Round of applause them choppers be so captivating
So 'cause them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you
I'm getting money so you'll never me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it's
I'm the and these other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm fucking 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, fuck him, tell niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Mill]
Shitting on haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e'rybody favors
That's why I got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain't got no
But I'm so and I got yo bitch
All in my and she all on my dick
With a on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I my shit like a candle 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 and my bitch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, 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 check 'cause I that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced like word