Luyện nghe bài hát Long Live The King

1:
Im getting tired of disrespect.
Well, its Ill always be the best.
or not youre being serious or say it in jest,
Ive got a sense to right; you havent passed your test.

Yeah, Im good with words, and fucking chronic.
Forever fiddle, your tales, Im sonic.
Is the baddest I can go? I can get much badder.
Ive been doing since youve been in your Huggies, hold your bladder.

Youve been studying me, yourself,
Cause youre afraid when I rise youll be left on the
Where you belong; with the of the wannabes,
ever ask me to support you, you can never follow me.

Ive been holding my tongue for a while,
Sat back, watch you my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chavs dying, might as well him or pretend.
To the crown, turn around, sit Im the king,
Long the king.
live the king.
Long the king.
live the king.

2:
you can do, I can do better.
Even when shes soaked through, I could her wetter.
Stop tryna make me look bad, so you can be seriously,
What makes you think I give a what people think of me?

You me now Im obligated to destroy.
Why would anybody go to war with men? Youre a boy
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie down.
Save yourself embarrassment, clown.

You making because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
Your are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
All the gear, no idea, bank account.
And it comes to your abilities, small amount.

When you compare it to I can bring, its minuscule.
Youre the Im the teacher, go back to school!
You have to be in of the limelight for me to come and take it from you, why dont you get it right?

Ive been my tongue for a long while,
Sat back, you parade my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chavs dying, as well kill him or pretend.
To the crown, turn around, sit Im the king,
live the king.
Long the king.
live the king.
Long the king

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Long live the
live the king
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Ive been holding my tongue for a while,
Sat back, watch you my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, dying, might as well kill him or pretend oh.
To the throne, turn around, sit Im the king,
live the king.
Long the king.
Long the king.
live the king.
Long the king.