Luyện nghe bài hát Another Dollar

AKA John
AKA Mickens
AKA John

I'm the king I floss rings, the new Mickens
Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters
New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin'
Ice drips, bits, so forfeit
I got to rewrite mackin' game, baby
Layin' in the 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 breed
Separate the dimes from like chronic seeds
Miraculous lyrical
this, stop bein' actresses
On mattresses with your up in the air
Splash the crisp John Micks, a

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

My five hundred is fully funded
I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I'm the glossiest and the
Feel the of this lyrical arsonist
than a yacht with Rottweillers
Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin'
The crisp poppa bringin' drama like 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 will
Ten mill, ten upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see
Mash ya like roaches cop diamond broaches
Super calla never mind the
Sin the fellas, get and you can quote this

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

I'm the M C you strive to be
is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me
Handsome moody, I it raw, baby
So save all the good Scorsese
So iced up, they call me Mount
The many get ways draped over my headrest
I run from Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya noddin' like dope is in your vein

Hail to the Cajone Jing a ling
I buy ya clicks with one Pinkie ring
be above average to grow Cabbage
I wreack Havoc, do
Don't it techniques up to par
You, get ya black ass like Mardi Grass
Chick soup too me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley 'coz she Bourgeoisie

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

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