Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Decisions

Rich niggas makin' poor
Rich niggas makin' decisions
Rich niggas makin' decisions

Rich niggas makin' poor
All my homies up in prison
I'mma let you just how I'm livin'

I can tell you' bout the Five
I can show you them blocks buy
I can tell you 'bout my block
I can take you to the far
Poor decision makin' you niggas' lives
You crack up on your momma porch
While she still through her new divorce
He has a thrill as he his voice
When he really needs to his boys
Young thugs with so talent
Young thugs no balance
Young niggas no fathers
Young niggas catchin' dope
Growin' up she say she felt
Now she strippin' for that pot of
fish in the bowl
They say her mother never her role
I heard her mother always on the
Her mother always gold
Where I'm from I guess how it goes

Rich niggas makin' decisions
niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich makin' poor decisions

Rich makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor
All my homies up in prison
gotta tell 'em how you livin'

The Beloved says
Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta with
Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can with
That sound like from out a bull mouth
the tepee is a full house
Simple shelter you out the cold
If you hold it close together, never fold
Why you lettin' the beat you out your soul
You don't in God then at least believe in odds
house of our is just a house of cards
Just without the yards, and nice parks
We was born black but that shit'll you dark
with a handful of hearts
Mind on the just to find a little love, my regards
Cause your P-O-V is poverty
It's like D-O-C a lottery, that be lock and key
Finna D-O-P-E bob and
And the boxer boxin'
Up out them rings it was Rocky 3
up in the game now
Look at how we came out like olly olly free
That why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah
Poor decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, edibles
Instead of buildin' up a in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my pressure's incredible
Medical, nigga I'm tellin' you
Coveting cars over
Rappers influence your sprees
Turn around and publish bars it ain't got shit to do with me
Easy to record so
niggas

Rich makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor
Rich makin' poor decisions

tell you 'bout that H dude
But I'll tell you 'bout hate dude
And I'll show you where they a tool
I have a nigga late for the labels or the latest
I'm from an era where trinkets could buy attention
And the hoes thinking might blow your winky for a emblem
Label whores that'll fuck a sale and suck a
Lust apparel, who of Rolls, but can't Accord
Or afford, a Dodge, or a
Where she end up on your knob cause she has never adored
Lord help us, my come to an end
Cause we all selfish, but shallow, how we gon' swim?
I mean really why should I
a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed
I'm reppin' my set, no matter who posin'
Once I got hot, only good option to vent

Aye Ricky I'mma flip the
How 'bout poor niggas makin' decisions?
Poor niggas makin' rich
That shit right is more efficient
I think that might be a better
Poor niggas rich decisions
afford 'em but you still gon' get 'em
That's a poor nigga rich decisions
Buyin' jewelry but you know you're
Yeah!
On a
Yeah!
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