Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Decisions

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

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

I can tell you' bout the Mach
I can you what them blocks buy
I can tell you my block ties
I can take you to the far
Poor decision makin' you niggas' lives
You sellin' crack up on your momma
While she still goin' her new divorce
He has a as he raise his voice
he really needs to raise his boys
Young thugs with so talent
thugs havin' no balance
Young niggas no fathers
Young niggas catchin' charges
Growin' up she say she alone
Now she for that pot of gold
Another fish in the
say her mother never played her role
I heard her mother on the roll
Her mother always wearin'
Where I'm I guess that's how it goes

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

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

The Beloved says
Grown man bars is you gotta deal with
Whole hand cards but nothin' you can build with
That sound like from out a bull mouth
Even the tepee is a 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
This of our is just a house of cards
Just the yards, and nice adjacent parks
We was born black but that shit'll make you
Even with a handful of
Mind on the club just to a little love, my regards
Cause when your is poverty
It's D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key
Finna D-O-P-E bob and
And the boxer free
Up out them rings like it was 3
Caught up in the now
Look at how we came out like olly oxen free
ain't why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah
Poor decider like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles
Instead of buildin' up a in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my blood pressure's
Medical, yeah nigga I'm you
Coveting cars over
influence your shootin' sprees
Turn around and publish bars like it ain't got shit to do me
to record so ruthlessly
Rich

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

Can't you 'bout that H dude
But I'll tell you this hate dude
And I'll show you where they raise a
I have a late for the labels or the latest shoes
I'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy
And the hoes thinking blow your winky for a known emblem
Label whores fuck a sale and suck a store
apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't Accord
Or afford, a Dodge, or a
Where she end up on your knob cause she has been adored
Lord help us, my come to an end
Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon'
I really why should I pretend?
a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed
I'm reppin' my set, no matter who against
Once I got hot, they only good to vent

Aye Ricky flip the mission
How 'bout poor niggas rich decisions?
Poor makin' rich decisions
shit right there is more efficient
I think might be a better description
niggas makin' rich decisions
Can't 'em but you still gon' get 'em
That's a poor nigga making rich
Buyin' jewelry but you know you're
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