Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Ross]
shit is highly sophisticated
I just it look easy, nigga
me

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

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

[Verse 2: Rick
I'm so
weed, busting open Dom and liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her I'mma her later
Pull out the and spray that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay these niggas who still be masquerading
We you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause 'cause them be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you
I'm getting money so you'll never me talking petty
on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it's
I'm the hottest and these niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti shooters will 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: Meek
Shitting on these haters, ball hard D
Ever I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I ain't got no homies, and I got no neighbors
But I be on my grind I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo
All in my whip and she all on my
With a hand on my stick, live in my crib
'Cause I handle my shit like a got lit
'Cause I burn shit down, I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad my turn now
And I get that cash and my so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for
I my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo refrigerator
Boy you an
You got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad 'cause I cash that and I bounce
I never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and back like word