Luyện nghe bài hát 3hree Kings

- 1: AK
I got 7 mac 11's, a 147 on any peasant
With a stone vengance will get ya brethren
This the daily routine dreams and scoop cream
But of course this niggas wanna get in between
So i keep my eye on the New York crime side
33 reasons why i'm just too fly
My ora beaming indigo blue feeding off ya soul
beating off the pro tools ahh
Do i gotta till my crew hold a lotta ones
Momma see what i shining on the world her son
Told me i would be the one way neyo
You niggas believe though now i'm bombing like my weed smoke bitch!
- Verse 2: Gold
Smoking on this loosie elegant like a 2 piece
Mister writing on my iPhone i stuffed my with lose leafs
Like loose leaves fall in autumn i turn the clock stalled em
Spit fire like we some sawyers they look they saw us
I'm painting let me do my thang yo type always bend a name or 2 i'm 7 chains
Bumping music will leave stupid like heroin rather medicine
That's to eat that proper for better man
a black hearse we lead and we stay ahead of them
Edison the way the light bulbs on my head they
If yo shit ain't lit you ain't using yo head
Shoutout for the battle but of these niggas helmets fit ughh!
You unprepared homie you my messages
My flow like walking on stilts giving niggas that leverage dropping and shit
Filled up of my penmanship peep the redder it
We make new like we presidents
I'm tryna win but in the process of a man
Who you better never me nigga i got synonym
Stay anonymous only few conspire with
Spitting higher that boom bap lyrical scientist
People trying it tell em conquer whole environment
Yo tv lying man egg brain and they frying it
Devine, illuminated fire 3 eyes
Creating my reality since a nigga was knee
- 3: Freeway
See i, come and always handle my B.I
Rock split life death shouts to B.I
G.I up in heavens with the angels
Leave them niggas on ankles sting them niggas a bee hive
We are street kings to T.I
We are 3 kings on the M.I
C.I see why hate cuz we up
Mad as shit cuz they
I would to be y'all
My gun would you revolve
I got 8, 38's the murder rates
I send niggas to pearly
I Know magic my gun would make you
Hit you with the shotty catch a body we celebrate