Luyện nghe bài hát 3hree Kings

- 1: AK
I got 7 mac 11's, it's a 147 on any
With a stone cold will get ya brethren
This the daily routine chase dreams and scoop
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 beaming indigo feeding off ya soul
Fool off the pro tools ahh
Do what i gotta my crew hold a lotta ones
Momma see what i become shining on the her son
Told me i would be the one way before
You niggas ain't though 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 pockets with leafs
Like loose 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 stupid heroin rather medicine
That's to eat proper sediment for better man
Like a black we lead and we stay ahead of them
Edison the way the light bulbs on my they shimmering
If yo shit ain't lit you ain't using yo severit
Shoutout for the battle but none of 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 rules like we
I'm tryna win but in the of a better man
Who you than? never me nigga i got synonym
Stay anonymous only few niggas conspire
Spitting higher shit that boom bap scientist
People trying it tell em conquer whole environment
Yo tv lying man flip egg brain and frying it
Devine, illuminated spinning 3 eyes
my reality since a nigga was knee high
- 3: Freeway
See i, come through and handle my B.I
split life after death shouts to B.I
G.I Puppies up in with the angels
Leave them on ankles sting them niggas like a bee hive
We are street kings to T.I
We are 3 kings on the M.I
C.I see why niggas cuz we up
Mad as shit cuz down
I would to be y'all
My gun would you revolve
I got 8, increase the murder rates
I send to pearly gates
I magic my gun would make you levitate
Hit you with the shotty catch a then we celebrate