Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
This is highly sophisticated
I just make it easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Rick
I'm so
To get a verse from me, you be initiated
To get a purse me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the folk hate to see another nigga made it
all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it
Counting a mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you're pussy by conversation
you the safe you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me like she Jamaican
purple and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my in them prisons, overpopulated

Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial
We hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
The sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
Shit so (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, we made it (Ugh!)

2: Rick Ross]
I'm so
weed, busting open Dom and liquor later
I bust her open I tell her I'mma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just it's activator
to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my masturbating
Round of applause 'cause choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated them hits be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
I'm money so you'll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, accumulating
I'm the hottest and other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a I'm fucking that you see on BET
My Lil' shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Mill]
Shitting on these haters, ball D Waiters
Ever I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo
All in my whip and she all on my
With a on my stick, tryna live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit like a got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, I'm in my bag
And niggas so mad it's my turn now
And I get that cash and my so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got for haters
I hang my arm out the now watch me get the paper
My so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check I cash that and I bounce
I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like