Luyện nghe bài hát Rich Boy

My and Ferrari like to chill with my Mercedes
See my Bentley, I got when my two Phantoms had a baby
I'm not crazy, why you I get so politely daisy
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 devil you stupid, bitch
You could be just like me if you quit with all stupid shit

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

It's hard to get rich but it ain't shit to go to
It's hard to sell dope but it ain't shit to go to
It's hard to keep it real but it 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 girls to pull they titties out and dance for us
You don't need a Gym Class, crack like Slim
Take a hit and loss a fuckin' hundred pounds quick

Snow 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
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now they know we paper
a hater, sign a hater, let him see my elevator
Hundreds in my refrigerator, now know we gettin' paper

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

Now
Drop, drop,
Now
Drop, drop,