Luyện nghe bài hát K.E.K.E. (Killing Energy)

[Intro:
Hey! Birthday!
I wrote this on the back of a hundred dollar
walking out of the check cashing

[Intro: G]
Not (Aye!)
Goddess, I got this

x 2
I'm killing I'm killing energy
two girls in the deserving my legacy
my daughter and who i call the in the century

[Verse 1: G]
Even if her friends cock block she gon' it more,
shorty stay around like niggas do liquor
Ugly winning look at Meek and Minaj,
keek a dime chick and to me I'm a
Slide in in my this the time of your life,
and I'll get you by 9:45
Roll out the dingy carpet you slide by da block,
we could chop at the Chinese spot
Block smell like mad you'll get a contact high,
17 when the contract signed,
I'm like a young without the cookie braids tied
Love letter flow you my shit is real,
I wrote this shit on the back off a 100 bill,
on the back in the check cash place,
ran money since 7 in '98
Raised by the barbershop and the barbershop
all I need is niece and that Barbershop 3
DC in '09 I really you went to H.U.
you see the H that's me or the brand group
son nephew money at the N.E.F.C.U.
Arnold Palmer nigga you my best boo of course,
I knew that you could sing you can't top I I recorded
try and top this see who the boss is (Ugh)
I ain't even I coughed this
Quality is lossless, is lawless,
your mind fine but your modesty is gorgeous
I'm not to you on my fan shit,
I'm a classic man this and man shit
Off the beat I'm off my dog collar,
Young nigga, old soul, my mind got
R&B women got the strongest jaw
In my finest hour need you in my corner
In a world of real you only wind up finding talkers,
I'm 94 I'm jay walking with a walker..
'Burb indigenous, really be living this,
I don't fuck with just rhyme-sayers and lyricists
Keek tha sneek, some heat,
that talking is weak,
Niggas a beat or something bumping in the street
after I beat be done wit you in a second,
All my real niggas really get the message
All my real niggas really get the message
All my real niggas really get the message

Hook] x 3
I'm killing energy, I'm killing
This got me stress, ex not a memory

2: Naww G]
You fuckin' wit' a dog, niggerish
Chef B, Don got the remedy,
had to go summer school after God me
God me, I'm in my bag...
Jackie on the Kadee on my lap,
she kinda for me but nothing stopping me from that,
...Maybe her dad,
bad too, I keep her like a can of food,
nigga side boo, pay the bill past due
I keep a G on the doing time, no solitary
Tomorrow I see I put a G in her commissary
Board fantasies, Vice Prezy seat,
Fruit off of God's tree, I that shit is sweet,
condom bullet proof, I feel shit is weak
After I beat I'll be done with you in a
you gotta switch it up to keep a guessin',
I still wanna see you in that million dollar flick,
billionaire boy need a hundred million dollar
you grown outta Nick, short flicks and
If it's at the top I'll put you out your misery
If it's lonely at the top put you out your misery
(984) 6NI-GGA5, you find time hit a nigga line
when you time hit a nigga line
...I lying

[1st x 2

(Outro: Sample)