Luyện nghe bài hát Another Dollar

AKA John
AKA Mickens
AKA Mickens

I'm the I floss rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters
From New York to Richmond, my shine is
Ice drips, frost bits, so
I got to this mackin' game, baby
in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady
Maybe, sex young chicks and whips

But I got Combos ridin' stick-shifts
For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight
Let me tell ya my life-style, players and chips, sick
Mr.Smith, the rarest
Separate the dimes 'hoes like chronic seeds
Miraculous lyrical
Practice this, bein' actresses
On mattresses your legs up in the air
the crisp John Micks, a millionaire

Anutha day, dolla
Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha

My fortune five is fully funded
Joints I pumps, my pockets the mumps
I'm the glossiest and the
Feel the force of lyrical arsonist
Hotter than a yacht Rottweillers
Chicks in choppers with they thong proper
The poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
The show if you playas don't flow proper

I'm the jiggliest, bitch, shit the
why cats front on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you cats fall
Ten mill, ten upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see
Mash ya roaches then cop diamond broaches
Super calla never mind the
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote

Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, dolla

I'm the M C that you to be
Competition is dead, 'coz none of all live as me
moody, I keep it raw, baby
So save all the good Scorsese
So iced up, they call me Mount
The many get honey draped over my headrest
I run game Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head noddin' like is in your vein

Hail to the king Jing a ling
I buy ya clicks loyalty one Pinkie ring
Gotta be average to grow Cabbage
I Havoc, do damage
Don't have it up to par
You, get ya black ass looped Mardi Grass
soup too hittin' me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley 'coz she Bourgeoisie

Anutha day, dolla
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla

Man it's bein' the king, baby
But someone's gotta do it,