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 saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall
Shorty its only that we ball together
I'm into bigger things niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit blow
My pinky ring talk it say I'm sick
why these niggas is on my dick
Some me, some love my hits
my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm man I really don't care
I them hoes whatever they want to hear
You try and play me blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the ya momma raised ya in

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I was a poor
Now I'm a rich
Getting paper now you tell me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

New niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking
I'm from the wild whody, but I country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggas go head and
I go up out the trunk, come back, roll out I'm (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the
You see me sitting on dubs, why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent split ya up
I lay you down, carnids will come 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 love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my
See-O shut the fuck up in the pen

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

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