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

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

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

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

[Verse 1: G]
if her friends cock block she gon' want it more,
shorty stay around niggas do liquor stores
Ugly winning look at Meek and Minaj,
keek a dime and to me I'm a five
Slide in in my ride this the of your life,
and get you home by 9:45
out the dingy carpet when you slide by da block,
we could chop at the Chinese spot
Block like mad weed you'll get a contact high,
only 17 when the signed,
I'm like a young meek without the braids tied
letter flow you know my shit is real,
I wrote this on the back off a 100 dollar bill,
on the face in the check cash place,
ran money since 7 in '98
Raised by the barbershop and the barbershop
all I need is Gina and that Barbershop 3
DC in '09 I wish 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 sing you can't top I what I recorded
try and top well see who the boss is (Ugh)
I ain't even spit I coughed
Quality is lossless, is lawless,
your body mind fine but your modesty is
I'm not to you on my fan shit,
I'm a classic man this women and man
Off the beat I'm off my dog collar,
nigga, old soul, my mind got Alzheimer's
R&B got the strongest jaw powers
In my finest hour I'mma you in my corner
In a world of niggas 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 rappers just rhyme-sayers and lyricists
Keek tha sneek, some heat,
that shit is weak,
Niggas need a beat or 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 really get the
All my real niggas really get the message

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

[Verse 2: G]
You fuckin' wit' a dog, niggerish
B, Chef Don got the remedy,
had to go summer school God testing me
God me, I'm in my bag...
Jackie on the Kadee on my lap,
she kinda young for me but stopping me from that,
...Maybe her dad,
Alissa bad too, I keep her a can of food,
nigga wit'a side boo, pay the past due
I a G on the side doing time, no solitary
I see Samaara I put a G in her commissary
Board room fantasies, Prezy seat,
Fruit off of God's tree, I that shit is sweet,
condom bullet proof, I feel that is weak
After I beat I'll be done with you in a
you gotta it up to keep a nigga guessin',
I still wanna see you in that million dollar flick,
billionaire boy need a hundred million dollar
you grown outta Nick, flicks and Disney
If it's lonely at the top I'll put you out misery
If it's at the top I'll put you out your misery
(984) 6NI-GGA5, when you find time hit a nigga
when you find time hit a nigga
...I lying

[1st x 2

(Outro: Sample)