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 will get ya
This the daily routine chase dreams and scoop
But of this broke 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 feeding off ya soul
beating off the pro tools ahh
Do what i gotta till my crew a lotta ones
Momma see what i become on the world her son
me i would be the one way before neyo
You niggas ain't believe though now i'm like my weed smoke bitch!
- Verse 2: Gold
on this loosie still elegant like a 2 piece
Mister writing on my iPhone i stuffed my pockets lose leafs
Like leaves fall in autumn i turn the clock never stalled em
Spit fire like we some sawyers they look 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 like heroin rather
to eat that proper sediment for better man
Like a black hearse we lead and we stay ahead of
Edison the way the light bulbs on my head shimmering
If yo shit ain't lit you ain't using yo severit
Shoutout for the battle but none of these helmets fit ughh!
You unprepared you need my messages
My flow like walking on stilts giving niggas that leverage dropping gems and
up inside 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 niggas with
Spitting higher that boom bap lyrical scientist
People trying it tell em conquer their environment
Yo tv lying man flip egg brain and frying it
Devine, illuminated spinning 3 eyes
Creating my reality since a nigga was high
- Verse 3:
See i, come through and always my B.I
Rock split after death shouts to B.I
G.I Puppies up in with the angels
Leave them niggas on sting them niggas like 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 they
I hate to be y'all
My gun make you revolve
I got 8, increase the murder rates
I niggas to pearly gates
I Know magic my gun would you levitate
Hit you the shotty catch a body then we celebrate