Luyện nghe bài hát Rich And Black

And regardless to how much power you
God sends prophets and messengers
They don't care about your power
Because they come from power

Rare nigga, I'm a wonder, your success is my worst blunder
Feds tapped the
Jury Jacqueline could appreciate
Weed to alleviate the pain, Eddie Kane, Pryor, pinky ring

Watch ya conduct nigga, full pardons for my that's livin'
You it, models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic
Love 'em but can't 'em, hate 'em but won't bust 'em
Cake in the savings, wisdom it's like a custom

Tats of Hieroglyphics, on the collar
I got more to lose you do but I'm a rider
When did the rules Y'all livin' trendy on pennies
Meetin' with ease, no gain

You fire, I'm butane, gave the Timbs belts
These are the that I surprise myself
My niggas like Black Crowes at packed shows
The don voice pristine like I'm still 17

I'm rick, black, African, a golden Mack
Trailing leather leggings on my back
Willied by hoodlum in the trench
Rinse these niggaz, 86 gazelles, their defense

Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your duke
Exhalin' niggaz the jails argue
the best niggas to the table, I'll sick 4 of my whales on you

Custom wooded speakers rock
Run from polices, dump on creatures, with preachers
Steel watches ostrich turtlenecks, here's the deal
If we can't come in, they can't have the

Bones ya Sisco, murder
Kanye rap, how many horses live official?
I run with generals flash Uzis in interviews
My shit is deep, we fly swimming

Verse 2 gotta be all just like the first verse
Timbs yellow the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Winston glistenin' arm B
like New York City piss stained concrete

That's yo, who voted toastin' in the wind?
Las Vegas odors, you know
Leave it here, we go to the Lotus
Put a package on head, be promoted
Keys in effect, these dumb fuckin' D's off a donuts

I hate to see you like a slave
To get an advance here, an advance
Because somebody else controls destiny

I'm rich, black, calico captain
Wes Craven with a and a black
From hood ornaments, win awards in my tournaments
My shit is listed like pics

You know we order hits, planes fire, niggas is to get ya
Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa she's sure to ya
Eatin chow lo with chopsticks, glocks with aim
Watermelon chips, pop pain

From all the riches niggas forcing out they kid
Whether in or boats, now feel us kid
Out in Alaska in the Astons, remember my
Hungry who never eat in his castle

connects wrestlers yeah
Chef ambidextrous, to back you in like the Lexus shit
by the FBI, we gracious
More demonstrations is tough milk it, carnation

It was the
The Never

The poison master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks

We don't talk, you're die
My lord,
down
There's no point to it, he's just like his
not gonna tell you