Luyện nghe bài hát B - Boy Kingdom

Ok I'll this short
We in the
We got mikah 9 abstract rude
Vic hop fat jack and myself

We come for the glory of the kingdom
Bring them laughter after bring them tears

I seen it and knew it was a plot
Legislation had a plan to hip hop
I got wind from a snitch I kept in w/this
Bitch ass who was paid off
Soon after that he got off
I'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's
Hold your black stallions and your sheeps
clan aided a nigga and got heat
We met up on and market sparked it
out the target
We gon' take out their number one
Young and we bailed up on their front lawn
To kill the
me
Well if you remember me you'll
I'm the one who broke into the pentagon took planted bombs
Now I the blueprint
I the message you sent
No will you slander and tamper w/our music
Copies of the document we're
The ghetto took in defense of hip hop
Shot down 'em up loc'ed up bailed out
the day
Then into thin air I away

We come for the of the b-boy kingdom
Bring them laughter which bring them tears

The story had never been until now
As the glory of the come comes down
as a janitor the washman
I swept and the floors
Better yet I was a behind the door
W/a view from the bannister
Feeling lee harvey
'cept I got a hundred million in me
thing I did was aim
Lock him in my

Bust his melon now I'm pleased
In the name of
Already passed the that they allotted me
The spotted me
It was her or me
clack
She says I not say what I see
But I could have trusted her so I busted her in her chest
laughed
Then headed for the elevator
But it was too the jig was up
There was all in the building
So I tried to escape to the fire from homicide
Yeah I him
Hangin' from the story ladder
I dropped and I my ankle shatter
No time to lose from my bladder
My mission was completed and was all that mattered
The van was parked a hundred yards from the of the crime
But it was hard to run w/a broken
Just like I thought blasted
I one to the gut
I was laying there thinkin' about
Just watchin' my spill out
Just then the van up and I jump in
And then we out (? lickin'? ) shouts for the glory

We come for the glory of the b-boy
Bring laughter after which bring them tears

I in like a normal black
Gun peckin' jaw

They like the way I
To the back break out my backpack and my shit up
Ah it's now
Looked heard a gun shot
Pow
I looked down I out my shit
Unloaded my
Jetting by the I slipped
out
Landed on my hip out
I hit a and roll up and out
Into a flip and boned out now I'm
I'm nine glocks and seven 380's
I'm fit to blow the off this beyotch up
Synchronized for the
I push the
Nuke the
Timed myself dashin to the
I inside
Keys in the ignition
I cranks it slaps it in
Fizorty-fizive til dizamage
Ride

We come for the of the b-boy kingdom
Bring them after which bring them tears

We come for the glory of the b-boy
Bring them laughter after which bring them