Luyện nghe bài hát I'm The King

What,
5'9! I'm the king!
Yeah, what, yo?

I'm-a rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no
Burn 'til I burn no more
Shine 'til no shine no more
'Til the earth turn no more
I'm 5'9 no nore
(I'm the king!)

I'm-a rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no
Burn 'til I can't no more
Shine there's no shine no more
'Til the can't turn no more
I'm 5'9 no nore
(I'm the king!)

Ya'll niggaz is real on the street
'Til I drop you on ya
Knock you on ya feet, I'm like on the reach
I rain while you hope to dope in this game

Somethin' you can't stop, you can only hope to
I can aim so I my tool
I got a name usin' pocket change to pay my dues
(Niggaz know!)
I'm sharp as a shank and about as as you think

I'm hangin' from the of your link, you get offered a drink
Niggaz is fast learners, only as hot as the back burner
From mad and clap burners, talk to the foot thinkin' you real
I'm starin' at the of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks

You to box a nigga that's flat out dirty
Just name the spot and be there a half hour early
I write for the purpose to express a
A nigga that's You a nigga that I don't like as a person

I'm-a rhyme 'til I rhyme no more
Burn 'til I burn no more
Shine 'til there's no shine no
'Til the earth can't turn no
Until I'm 5'9 no
(I'm the king!)

I'm-a 'til I can't rhyme no more
Burn 'til I burn no more
Shine 'til there's no no more
'Til the earth turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no
(I'm the king!)

I'm in to give you a quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wall
Frownin' up, niggaz thinkin' you 'cuz you sick lookin'
I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to blowin' my triggers
Ya'll niggaz ain't rough, you need to more in ya pictures

Split somebody and the nigga whose style you bit
That bit like 10 niggaz bit somebody
Top of the world, all that's around you is me
Me learnin' from your is the only way you can teach me

Mo' thunder, cockin' big
So undergrounds niggaz wit' beef can get mo' under, 6
Man ya missles, I to dis you
Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the first and hits you

Niggaz I doubt, ya'll 'cuz I'm an
Right-handed, built a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw
Gun bright, ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9
(Ya'll niggaz?)
wit' hype
King!)

I'm-a rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no
Burn I can't burn no more
Shine 'til there's no no more
'Til the earth can't turn no
I'm 5'9 no nore
(I'm the king!)

I'm-a rhyme I can't rhyme no more
Burn 'til I burn no more
'til there's no shine no more
'Til the can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no
(I'm the king!)

I'm the on the microphone
I'm the king, no, no I ain't
I'm the king that's in command, in command
I'm the king on the
I'm the king the rhymin' master
I'm the king in command, that's in command
I'm the