Luyện nghe bài hát 3hree Kings

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