Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my whip for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! up homie
My saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying playing bitch get in
My earring we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit blow
My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm
That's why these is on my dick
Some hate me, love my hits
Flex my man he gon my shit
See I'm alive man I really care
I tell them hoes they want to hear
You try and me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the ya momma raised ya in

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

New York niggas, cocky like it's all good
Fuck around we in the wrong hood
I'm up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, go head and front
I go up out the trunk, back, roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 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 man, the hood love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like
Locked up in a pen, I do my thing
screaming shut 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 know me, she know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit
These young boys, they done got they own man

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