Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

[Intro: Rick
This shit is highly
I just it look easy, nigga
me

[Verse 1: Rick
I'm so
To get a from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be
Purchase a whip me and never miss a single payment
I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians it
the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all pussies 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 hottest but shit get complicated
I pull your card, I you're pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe you'll have to me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the
I just hit a lick, I'm you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she me just like she Jamaican
purple and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my niggas in them prisons,

[Hook: Ross]
the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta 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, we made it (Ugh!)

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

[Verse 3: Meek
Shitting on these haters, ball D Waiters
since I got money, e'rybody need favors
That's why I got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
But I be on my grind I ain't 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 live in my
I handle my shit like a candle got lit
'Cause I shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad my turn now
And I get cash and my bitch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking and ain't got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the 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 check 'cause I cash that and I
I ain't never had shit but I grab and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like