Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

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

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

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

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

So
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,

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

cone with a chain on and deep off or chain off
My blunt goin' kick the game off, we 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, sign a hater, let him see my
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we gettin'

coupes and escalators, enemies on respirators
Million generators, 90 fast investigators
For flashy cars, the prison bars, trois
The playin' cards I swear hard, now drop

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,