Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my talk for me
My gat for me, BOW! What up homie
My saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing get in
My earring saying we can hit the together
Shorty its only right that we ball
I'm into things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's why niggas is on my dick
hate 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 they 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 poor
Now I'm a nigga
Getting paper now you can't me shit nigga
You can me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggas, cocky niggaz like all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I no fucking bama
I'm the wild whody, but I know country 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 got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will ya up
I lay you down, them carnids come and get ya up
See 50 fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib bro-man
up in a pen, I still do my thing
See-O shut the fuck up in the pen

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

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