Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do whatcha

Go rock chain, boss
that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid,
Do whatcha

As I'm poppin' my collar, black on antique Impala
She ain't gotta speak my speakers let her know
That I'm
call me the Boss, I be callin' the shots
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be a lot

That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin'
Not the flats but the fish they just swim
New York to the West, you a boss if you
your shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on two step

Stuntin' is boss, shinin' is
Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow is boss
That dime a boss, she as a house
And she drivin' a Porche, she for a boss

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do whatcha

Go rock your chain,
Pour champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
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I'm ridin' big, I'm hopin'
My Chevy got these chickens all insane
Look at my tap dancin' on the bezzle
Bad at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me

Oh, no, of my chain
of my bling like a peacock standin' on my ring
'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a it, I'm a floss
I'm a winner, you the loss, all ***
Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the

Whatcha feel, like, whatcha want, what's your type?
I done it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ricky
If you buy, if you it, *** the cost
You's a boss, You a

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do whatcha

Go rock chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
gettin' paid, boss
Do whatcha

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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Before the got whipped and they pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my
Composition so sharp, so dark, so

26's on the old school, Pro Tools
Got the old *** actin' brand new sweatin'
Brand new tennis chain, pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, they win him on the stage

Two a day, pay, stupid *** from a model
Triple C, a hundred deep and everybody got a
Got a bottle of purp, full of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a
I'm the

Run how you want,
Chill how you want,
how you want, boss
Do whatcha

Go rock chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
gettin' paid, boss
Do whatcha

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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That's all Ross, them runnin' in the streets
See them candy paints, County
Over town, livin' the city
City, Oba Locka
The whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya,
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