Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my whip for me
My gat for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi we can be friends
My whip saying playing bitch get in
My earring we can hit the mall together
its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling
My pinky talk it say fifty I'm sick
why these niggas is on my dick
Some me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my
See I'm alive man I don't care
I tell hoes whatever they want to hear
You try and play me I'ma it in
My chromes more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

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I was a poor
Now I'm a rich
paper now you can't tell me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six
In the fondling ya bitch nigga

New York niggas, niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I no fucking bama
I'm from the whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, go head and front
I go up out the trunk, back, roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the
You see me sitting on dubs, why you mad chump
make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 wit heat
I go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like
Locked up in a pen, I do my thing
See-O shut the fuck up in the pen

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I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on
Range on Wednesday, I'm in the hooptay
on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I up the highway
she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don't me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn changed
These young boys, done got they own work man

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