Luyện nghe bài hát So Sophisticated

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

[Verse 1: Ross]
I'm so
To get a verse me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single
I'm from the city the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk 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 hundred mil so many times, I it
You wanna be the but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I you're pussy by your conversation
you the safe you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit
Got a white bitch, she me just like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that motherfucker
This for my in them prisons, overpopulated

[Hook: Rick
This the mob so you gotta get
If you a mark, then you gotta initial payment
We going hard, run it back just it's Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my an occupation (Rugh!)
We so (Ugh!)
Shit so (Woo!)
millionaires, bitch we made it (Ugh!)

[Verse 2: Rick
I'm so
Smoking weed, busting Dom and liquor later
I bust her open then I tell her lick her later
Pull out the stick and that bitch just like it's activator
Time to lay down niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas
Round of 'cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated 'cause them hits be
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you
I'm getting money so you'll hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, (Babyyy)
million, hundred million, it's accumulating
I'm the and these other niggas cooling, ain't it
I got a bitch I'm that you see on BET
My Lil' Haiti will have yo ass on TMZ
news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"

[Verse 3: Mill]
Shitting on these haters, hard D Waiters
Ever 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 like I ain't got no paper
But I'm so rich and I got yo
All in my and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, live in my crib
'Cause I my shit like 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 and my bitch so bad, she so sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking and ain't 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 ain't got no M's in yo account, I ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad '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 that to a bird and bounced back like word