Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

My and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, what I got when my two Phantoms had a
I'm not crazy, why you lazy? I get so daisy
Fuck you, pussy nigga, pay me my Lambo do 280

I sellin', heard you tellin', thought you killin' you stealin'
Thought you dealin' while you chillin', you ain't ballin' with a
God made me super rich, the devil made you stupid,
You could be like me if you quit with all that stupid shit

Why you actin' hard now you must want go see God
The same niggas you beefin' with are up in your yard now
If you to run dogg, I guess you better start now
Forgot to bring gun so you got to use your heart now

It's hard to get rich but it shit to go to hell
It's hard to sell but it ain't shit to go to jail
It's hard to it real but it ain't shit for you to tell
I smoked so much of this I can't even hide the smell

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

We marijuana farmers, all our look like Transformers
Tell the pretty girls to pull they titties out and for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack Slim Fast
Take a hit and loss a hundred pounds quick fast

Snow cone with a chain on and deep off or off
My blunt goin' kick the off, we never take the game off
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin' paper
Find a hater, a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we paper

coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators
Million dollar generators, 90 fast
For flashy cars, the bars, mnage trois
The playin' cards I swear it's hard, now

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,