Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Kings

[Intro: Dr.
Yeah, classic hip hop
Dr. D-R-E, Rozay and Jay, get 'em

[Verse 1: Dr.
We started out floors
And now we front row at the
Number one for the twenty years
If you real, scream cheers!
Mothafucka cheers!
Heh, and it is it is
He wanted to shine at the swap
Til the white boys got him in hot seat
I only love it when her hair
You should listen to this beat my headphones
Money long, number one twenty strong
a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young
G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
If the bad I got her in red bottoms
weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my
Born broke, real nigga straight out of
The fuck you magazine niggas want me?
I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk
All on my Al Capone shit
I built a house, nigga get own shit
I only it when her hair long
You should to this beat through my headphones

Rick Ross]
See y'all
Hit the switches on shit one time, ugh
Let the top

2: Rick Ross]
I came a way from the weed game
Twenty stack seats at the Heat
And I'm still strapped with the man
Can't be steppin' on a nigga man
80 pair of came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C
bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma
On the mission, said he get it for his son
nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my
I only love it the ass fat
We should listen to this in my Maybach
I'm just to be a billionaire
and suck a dick for a millionaire

[Interlude:
Uh, it's different
I it feels different

[Verse 3:
Uh, I only her if her eyes brown
Play this while you play around with my crown
H-O, y'all should know by now
But if you know, uh
on the wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's
Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's
bitches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation me
They workin' on deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
I'm out for three
Two seventy five and I might agree
Ex-D-boy, to park my Beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own
I love her if her weave new
I'm still a nigga, what you want me to do?
hoppin' out the BM with your BM
Taking her places that you can't go with your per
Screamin' diem until I'm a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden bitch!
I take a Ace in the
You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I've made off grapes
Fuck show money, I spent on drapes
Close the curtains, boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the beat the case
Murder was the that they gave me
I the Hermes store, somebody save me
to the max like wavy, oh shit!
Oh, to the max, I'm so wavy
Used to shop at TJ back in '83
I don't even know if it was open
I ain't know then
Have the XL 80
motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in '88, niggas is late
You got all that,
I love shit like my own daughter
Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like taught ya
Young, this is different