Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Lil Rich

I let my watch talk for me, my talk for me
My gat for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi we can be friends
My saying quit playing bitch get in
My saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things niggas y'all know my style
Ya bling bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's why niggas is on my dick
Some hate me, love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my
See I'm alive man I really care
I them hoes whatever they want to hear
You try and play me blaze it in
My chromes cost than the crib ya momma raised ya in

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

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

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

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