Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick
This shit is sophisticated
I make it look easy, nigga
me

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

[Hook: Ross]
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you make initial payment
We going hard, run it back like it's Walter Payton
The sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, bitch we it (Ugh!)

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

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