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

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

Naww G]
Not (Aye!)
Goddess, I got this

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

1: Naww G]
Even if her friends cock block she want it more,
shorty around like niggas do liquor stores
Ugly niggas look at Meek and Minaj,
keek a dime and to me I'm a five
Slide in in my this the time of your life,
and I'll get you home by
Roll out the carpet when you slide by da block,
we chop chop at the Chinese spot
Block smell like mad weed get a contact high,
only 17 the contract signed,
I'm a young meek without the cookie braids tied
Love letter flow you my shit is real,
I wrote this shit on the off a 100 dollar bill,
on the back face in the cash place,
ran scams since 7 in '98
Raised by the and the barbershop speech
all I need is niece and that Barbershop 3
DC in '09 I wish you went to H.U.
you see the H Wings that's me or the group
son nephew money at the N.E.F.C.U.
Arnold Palmer nigga you my boo of course, shit
I that you could sing you can't top I what I recorded
try and top this well see who the is (Ugh)
I ain't even I coughed this
is lossless, policy is lawless,
your body mind fine but your 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 got Alzheimer's
R&B got the strongest jaw powers
In my hour I'mma need you in my corner
In a of real niggas you only wind up finding talkers,
when I'm 94 I'm jay with a walker..
'Burb niggas indigenous, be living this,
I don't with rappers just rhyme-sayers and lyricists
Keek tha sneek, keep heat,
talking shit is weak,
Niggas need a beat or something bumping in the
I beat I'll be done wit you in a second,
All my niggas really really get the message
All my real niggas really really get the
All my niggas really 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' a dog, niggerish tendencies
Chef B, Don got the remedy,
had to go school after God testing me
God me, I'm in my bag...
Jackie on the text on my lap,
she kinda for me but nothing stopping me from that,
...Maybe her dad,
Alissa bad too, I keep her a can of food,
nigga wit'a side boo, pay the bill due
I keep a G on the side doing time, no
Tomorrow I see Samaara I put a G in her
Board room fantasies, Vice seat,
Fruit off of God's tree, I swear that is sweet,
condom bullet proof, I that shit is weak
I beat I'll be done with you in a second
you gotta switch it up to keep a guessin',
I still see you in that hundred million dollar flick,
boy need a hundred million dollar chick
you outta Nick, short flicks and Disney
If lonely at the top I'll put you out your misery
If it's lonely at the top I'll put you out your
(984) 6NI-GGA5, when you time hit a nigga line
when you find time hit a nigga
...I lying

[1st x 2

(Outro: Sample)