Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Decisions

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

Rich makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in
I'mma let you know just how I'm

I can tell you' bout the Five
I can show you them blocks buy
I can tell you my block ties
I can take you to the far
Poor makin' plagued you niggas' lives
You sellin' up on your momma porch
While she still through her new divorce
He has a thrill as he his voice
he really needs to raise his boys
Young thugs so much talent
thugs havin' no balance
Young niggas no fathers
Young catchin' dope charges
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 wearin'
Where I'm from I that's how it goes

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

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

The Beloved says
Grown man bars is you gotta deal with
Whole cards but nothin' that you can build with
That sound like bullshit from out a mouth
Even the tepee is a full
Simple shelter keep you out the
If you hold it close together, we'll fold
Why you lettin' the devil beat you out soul
You don't believe in God at least believe in odds
This house of our is just a of cards
Just the yards, and nice adjacent 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 when your is poverty
It's like 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
up in the game now
Look at how we came out like olly oxen free
That ain't why watchin' me, yeah, yeah
Poor decider since like 4, 5 or coated, colored edibles
of buildin' up a habit in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my pressure's incredible
Medical, yeah I'm tellin' you
cars over community
Rappers your shootin' sprees
Turn around and bars like it ain't got shit to do with me
Easy to record so
Rich

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

tell you 'bout that H dude
But I'll tell you this hate dude
And I'll show you where raise a tool
I have a nigga late for the labels or the shoes
I'm from an era where trinkets could buy attention
And the hoes thinking might blow your winky for a known
Label that'll 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 knob cause she has never been adored
Lord help us, my generation to an end
we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' swim?
I really why should I pretend?
a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed
I'm reppin' my set, no who posin' against
Once I got hot, only good option to vent

Aye I'mma flip the mission
How 'bout poor niggas makin' rich
Poor niggas rich decisions
That shit right is more efficient
I think that might be a better
Poor niggas makin' decisions
Can't afford 'em but you gon' get 'em
a poor nigga making rich decisions
Buyin' jewelry but you know vision
Yeah!
On a
Yeah!
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