Luyện nghe bài hát February 12 (part 1)

[Intro: Crooked]

Yo shoutouts to my nigga Chris on Twitter (what up?)
My man ordered multiple copies of KXNG and that was a statement, you know
We appreciate that

[Hook: KXNG
Ha cha cha cha cha, that's my nose
Keep it on the low, a secret my clothes
But I don't no problems, no no, no no
I got my mind on my dough, and maybe a hoes
Aye

KXNG Crooked]
A cha cha cha cha
Long 44, ha ha ha ha ha
Raging bull placing paid in full forward
While I'm rocking my gold chain la da da da da
This February 12th flow, it's good for your health though
I don't see my haters, them niggas be in stealth mode
on the eastside, Crooked on the Westside
You know it's the best vibe, it's time to let the shell
Selektah make the speakers crack, homie, we on the sneak
I need a track like this to me to bring the Weeklies back
Necrophiliac, fuck dead career
This graffiti rap, when I sketch, you pictures I bet your ears won't forget for years
Competition man, don't me laugh
I just slay 'em like Gabrielle Union slays Stacey Dash ass
I never hate on rappers making
But even their advance is hefty, they be trash (garbage)
This for my niggas who slaying Jane Fonda
You run off on the plug, we come in that plain Honda
'Cause this shoots well kinda lke Iguodala
Mixed with that nigga T'Challa from
I promise I'ma bang llamas, outline you in white
Boy, it's the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I can leave you famous on sidewalk
Yeah, everybody's gon' know your
me alone, a nigga just want his own now
I freestyle on IG like fuck a song out
PS, if GPS
Got you travelling towards me your BS
Nigga you went the wrong route, when you gassed up and got to stop
Thinking that I walk in your spot and I only a Glock
.44 Magnum in public, the is so long
When I it, it got me walking like Oswald Cobblepot
Ha cha cha cha cha, you ain't with the icon
you I strike quick as a python
When the mic's on, I the competition fade to black
Like Blatt had to do in lieu of Tyronn
My god