Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
With no on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I from Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she said I can get it boy
a hit and I'm a make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm into her friend
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of
I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city missing me
My silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I in a band
But my flow just like an
Bass, that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where do that?

L.A. Reid cut the for me
King shit and you what it is
smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, no romance
My diamond in 3D nigga
a bank strip when you see me, nigga
Your money and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE
Real no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 drum
In the up under my car
And nigga I don't wanna smoke weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me I know
Like how to whip it, it, cut it, deal it
it to your partner let him flood through the city
Really, we that action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a motherfucking
I'm a real nigga, these rappers

Door up, down
When I'm in the club, bitch it's going
Shawty it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty head down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it's down
Once I busted at the rapper, it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city, boy it down

This that dope boy academy, them three been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my my witness a tragedy
open her legs up happily
I ball hard an athlete
Young nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a referee
They blowing the whistle telling
I do the I'm chilling
This bitch turned up making
When I'm in the club you
They about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, I barely made it
I'm a nigga till the death of me
Never sing a song a parakeet
50 bandz in my just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin like a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to a brick up, uh!