Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be
My saying quit playing bitch get in
My earring we can hit the mall together
Shorty its right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas know my style
Ya wrist bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky talk it say fifty I'm sick
why these niggas is on my dick
Some me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my
See I'm man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever want to hear
You try and play me blaze it in
My chromes more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

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I was a nigga
Now I'm a rich
Getting paper now you can't me shit nigga
You can me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya nigga

New York niggas, cocky niggaz like all good
around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I no fucking bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know grammar
See me I get it crunk, go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the
You see me on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them will come and get ya up
See 50 fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the
I'm real man, the hood love me man
Don't me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my
See-O screaming the fuck up in the pen

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I'm in the on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the
Porsche on Friday, I do my way
or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my game
But she know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit
These young boys, they done got own work man

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