Luyện nghe bài hát Most Kingz

Young Hov in the
It's so
Green in the house
So
Why ya on me,
Is that

You know you've become a
Because you're the biggest target out

When everyone's on the court, coming for you
When the opposing player walks into that
They're of upstaging you
You're, like a trophy to them
thinkin' "if I'm better than this guy,
The turns on me"
So, you know you're a superstar because you're a man
And coming for you

The, the, the
They wanna be the, the, the
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the (king)

Uh
by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my up, I'm tired
Build me up, break me down to build me up
like "Hov we need you back so we can kill your ass again"
Hov got flow though no Big and Pac, but he's close
How I'm to win? They got me fighting ghosts

Most kingz get heads cut off

With the sword they knight you they gon' good night you with
Shit, only half if they like you
That aint even the half what they do
believe me, ask Michael

See Martin, see
See Biggy, see Pac
See and its outcome
See Jesus, see
See Caesar, see
See is like suicide

Suicide, it's a
you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, sue you, you settle
Every step you take, remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby
To be Bobby then, you gotta be now
Now the question is, "Is to have had and
Better than not at all?"
dawg,

Most kingz get heads cut off
Keep on 'till you reach the top
on coming if they ready or not
Most kingz get their cut off

The, the, the
wanna be the, the, the king
They be

Er'body wanna be the King then shots
You laying on your balcony holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get by screams
Er'body get your off my jeans
Er'body look at you strange, say you
Like you work that hard to stay the
Uh
Game the same, the name changes
So it's best for those to not on being famous
Most get driven so insane
That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt did
So
No
Invited to the inner sanctum of chambers
Low 'em as the enemies approach
So your draw bridge and drown them in the moat
And the I'm evoking
There's who've been awoken
From shots from those who was close to them

wont stop until you ghost to 'em
But real don't die
They become martyrs, toast to 'em
King Arthur, put a to him
Like James Brown know the aint over
rows roll in
To the it's over, though
To my loyal it's over, hoe
live the king
No, the rain won't
They want my on the chopping block
I die, nah

kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'till you the top
Keep on coming if ready or not
kings get their heads cut off
Keep on coming if ready or not

Long the king
No, the rain stop

Long live the, the, the
They wanna be the, the, the
Long the, the, the king
They be the, the, the king

kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'till you the top
Keep on if they're ready or not