Luyện nghe bài hát Rich As Hell

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I gotta it
Any time and you want it
at night and I can't sleep
I'm up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper on me
That's from me 'em off and being home all by my lonely
and bales
I prefer that chopper, gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the as hell

Get it and it, I flip it
You how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk work
I leave it and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust head for real (Presser)
me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin', my niggas
Niggas be and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, it, I off 'em
that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
Fuck his fam, I pick his
who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins off 'em
All this smoke, it got me
MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm
Catch you wrestling in your section with Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we
We hang guns with them drums, Draco like a bomb
Yeah, you that shit, I'm with it, hmm
how quick I whip it
I go with them glizzies
I got on my tension
I got black on top my
I got straps inside that
You play, I make you feel it
Come way, make sure you get it

Bitch, I trap out Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with bitch who came from Heaven
in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

I bring it
Any time and however you it
Late at and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing,
That's them bodies from my creeping on me
from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and
I prefer that chopper, gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the as hell

that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be
I got cases pending, I got THC, liquid
If I point, youngins hit it
I got throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red the tub
it
Run her a song, she follow
Smoking strong, a pressure pack my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told bitch don't sniff that
'Cause bitch, kick you out, you know that we ain't with that
I put that in her mouth, bitch
I I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich
Fuck man man, ho, I'm lit
Plus my clique full of pits
I go put on pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like

Bitch, I trap out Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police in, I won't tell 'em
on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got in my mansion

I bring it
Any time and however you it
at night and I can't sleep
I'm up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being all by my lonely
Bricks and
I prefer that chopper, gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I eyeball, I don't need a scale
money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

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