Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch for me, my whip talk for me
My gat for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch hi shorty we can be friends
My whip quit playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall
its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas y'all know my
Ya wrist bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these is on my dick
Some hate me, love my hits
my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they to hear
You try and play me blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma ya in

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I was a poor
Now I'm a rich
Getting paper now you can't me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggas, cocky niggaz like all good
around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I no fucking bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country
See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and
I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out I'm (yeah)
My come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, why you mad chump
make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 wit heat
I can't go commercial, they me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood me man
Don't me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my
See-O screaming the fuck up in the pen

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I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on
on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do my way
or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya my dick game
But she don't me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn changed
These young boys, they done got own work man

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