Luyện nghe bài hát 3hree Kings

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