Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

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

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

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

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

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

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

Pullin' and escalators, enemies on respirators
dollar generators, 90 fast investigators
For cars, the prison bars, mnage trois
The cards I swear it's hard, now drop

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,