Luyện nghe bài hát 3hree Kings

- 1: AK
I got 7 mac 11's, a 147 on any peasant
With a stone cold will get ya brethren
This the daily routine chase and scoop cream
But of this broke niggas wanna get in between
So i keep my eye wide on the New crime side
33 reasons why i'm just too fly
My ora stay indigo blue feeding off ya soul
Fool beating off the pro ahh
Do what i gotta till my crew hold a ones
Momma see i become shining on the world her son
Told me i would be the one way neyo
You ain't believe though now i'm bombing like my weed smoke bitch!
- Verse 2: Gold
Smoking on this loosie still elegant like a 2
Mister on my iPhone i stuffed my pockets with lose leafs
loose leaves fall in autumn i turn the clock never stalled em
Spit fire we some sawyers they look they never saw us
I'm painting let me do my thang yo always bend a name or 2 that i'm 7 chains
Bumping they music will leave like heroin rather medicine
to eat that proper sediment for better man
Like a black we lead and we stay ahead of them
Edison the way the light on my head they shimmering
If yo shit ain't lit you ain't yo head severit
for the battle but none of these niggas helmets fit ughh!
You unprepared homie you need my
My flow like walking on stilts giving niggas that dropping gems and shit
Filled up inside of my penmanship peep the it
We make new rules we presidents
I'm tryna win but in the process of a man
Who you better than? never me nigga i got
Stay anonymous few niggas conspire with
Spitting higher shit boom bap lyrical scientist
People trying it tell em conquer whole environment
Yo tv lying man flip egg and they frying it
Devine, illuminated fire spinning 3
my reality since a nigga was knee high
- 3: Freeway
See i, through and always handle my B.I
Rock life after death shouts to B.I
G.I Puppies up in heavens with the
Leave them niggas on ankles sting them niggas a bee hive
We are street similar to T.I
We are 3 gifted on the M.I
C.I see why niggas cuz we up
Mad as shit cuz down
I would hate to be
My gun would you revolve
I got 8, 38's the murder rates
I send niggas to gates
I Know my gun would make you levitate
Hit you with the shotty catch a then we celebrate