Luyện nghe bài hát Rican Johnny

Murder For
Bread Association
Comission are ithere
We got it for the two summers, nigga
Take her backseat watch
It's Holiday Season,
Money count don't
cars, bad bitches
Suitcase full of
(Holiday Season)
I don't get tired

Money really make me like I could be somebody
When I pull up in that Benz, boku freaks me
I was born with a who am I to lie
You know I let them fly Puerto Rican Johnny
Money comin' to me round with duffel bags
Stacks of dirty money wrapped in rubber bands
I was born a plug who am I to lie
You know I let them fly Puerto Rican Johnny

1]
My bitch is Tahoe, whip came equipped with Moscado my driver be drivin' me a'round
Gunner and Boobie my clique or shooters look stupid they sendin' them rounds
While I'm in bounds, I got an ounce, groupies be followin' me around
Want me the take off the rubbers, you tell me its you fuck with a few of my rounds
Bitches ain't baggy, but my pants are saggin', this I go ahead and just turn it backwards
up with the clique they like don't fuck with rappers, I'm not into swaggin' but they love my swagger
Your bitch is an animal, fuck from the back and it's degradin' the way I behave with her
Want me to stick with her, I could just play with her hard enough feelings won't kiss, lay with her

Bitch I got paper, to get if I'm broke I'd probably end up unhappy
I'm a ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics my bitch deliver a package
The neighbor was he threatened to take me to court and you know we look at it like rattin'
Nigga out in of his home felt like aiming this long, but that shit wasn't even effective

2]
Where the benz at, rubber that
Caught money orders to a bitch, excuse me?
Fynna say orders to bitch
I ain't really even really wanna argue this I got a condo and a crib
And the people that I own it check, now come get it how you live
Put that on the RIP, Rest in Peace to my [?] got a feelin' that I'm on a muthafuckin' [?]
Carve a pussy not at all a pussy, it bother you or can I call you pussy?
On the phone with a bitch I can off a pussy, I ain't her no dick Im'ma starve the pussy
with the balls and my arms in the pause, run a nigga up with his arms in the car
In the car unalarm, in the car withas alarm I was talkin' bout the feds if your offed then on

I'm in love the way the money come off of these drugs
My conversations addictive some people might catch 'em a
While you was in jail this nigga was fuckin' your
That bitch gon' love and she kik but she not Beyonce

Niggas playin' my niggas when they not here
You know you owe niggas money its gon' sound fair
Treat my like he [?] you a pussy nigga
And don't be rappin' on his with all you pussy niggas
Ball, to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, to Puerto Rico
Ball, ball, welcome to Rico
You got that in
Let me hear nigga