Luyện nghe bài hát 3hree Kings

- 1: AK
I got 7 mac 11's, it's a 147 on any
a stone cold vengance will get ya brethren
This the routine chase dreams and scoop cream
But of course this broke niggas get in between
So i keep my eye wide on the New York crime
It's 33 why i'm just too fly
My ora stay beaming indigo 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 be the one way before neyo
You niggas ain't believe now i'm bombing like my weed smoke bitch!
- Verse 2: Issa
Smoking on this loosie elegant like 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 fire like we some sawyers they look they saw us
I'm painting let me do my thang yo type always bend a or 2 that i'm 7 chains
Bumping they music will leave like heroin rather medicine
That's to eat that sediment for better man
a black hearse we lead 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 of these niggas helmets fit ughh!
You unprepared you need 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 process of a man
Who you better never me nigga i got synonym
anonymous only few niggas conspire with
Spitting higher shit that boom bap scientist
People trying it tell em conquer their whole
Yo tv lying man egg brain and they frying it
Devine, fire spinning 3 eyes
my reality since a nigga was knee high
- 3: Freeway
See i, through and always handle my B.I
Rock split after death shouts to B.I
G.I Puppies up in heavens with the
Leave them niggas on ankles sting them niggas like a bee
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 hate to be y'all
My gun would you revolve
I got 8, 38's the murder rates
I niggas to pearly gates
I Know magic my gun would make you
Hit you with the catch a body then we celebrate