Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

This shit is highly
I just make it easy, nigga. Follow me

Im so
To get a verse from me, you be initiated
To get a purse me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single
Im from the city the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just a chopper cause the last one, got it confiscated
a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get
I pull your card, I youre pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the
I hit a lick, Im telling you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she
Sipping purple and motherfucker concentrated
for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated

This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, then you make initial payment
We going hard, run it just like its Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
Shit so (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, we made it (Ugh!)

Im so
weed, busting open doll and lick her later
I her open then I tell her Imma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch like its activator
Time to lay these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my masturbating
Round of applause them choppers be so captivating
So cause them hits be calculated
Put yo in the dirt, now you decapitated
Im money so youll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, its
Im the hottest and these niggas cooling, aint it
I got a Im fucking that you see on BET
My lil Haiti shooters have yo ass on TMZ
news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, him, tell them niggas Cest la vie

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

on these haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, need favors
why I aint got no homies, and I aint got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I got no paper
But Im so and I got yo bitch
All in my and she all on my dick
a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
Cause I handle my like a candle got lit
I burn shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these so mad its my turn now
And I get that cash and my so bad, she know sophisticated
Im hard, fucking bitches and aint got shit for haters
I my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an
You aint got no Ms in yo account, I ask my amount
Treat bad bitch like a bad check cause I cash that and I bounce
I aint never had shit but I grab shit and I out on that ounce
And I that to a bird and bounced back like word

This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just its Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my niggas an (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, we made it (Ugh!)