Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
With no on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Boi
I'm chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy
bad, and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a nigga it boy
My flow on range, my insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm really her friend
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my
I'm different, I was for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been me
My watch silly my clock and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a
But my flow like an instrument
Bass, that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy they do that?

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

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

This that dope boy academy, three letters been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up
I ball hard like an
Young black in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a nigga
blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm
This bitch up making rain
I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely it
I'm a real till the death of me
sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 on that Cherokee
I be gettin money a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!