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

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

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

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

1: Naww G]
Even if her friends cock she gon' want it more,
shorty around like niggas do liquor stores
Ugly winning look at Meek and Minaj,
keek a dime chick and to me I'm a
Slide in in my ride this the time of life,
and I'll get you by 9:45
Roll out the dingy carpet you slide by da block,
we could chop chop at the Chinese
Block smell like mad weed get a contact high,
only 17 when the signed,
I'm like a young meek without the cookie braids
letter flow you know my shit is real,
I wrote this shit on the off a 100 dollar bill,
on the back face in the check place,
ran scams since 7 in '98
Raised by the and the barbershop speech
all I need is Gina niece and Barbershop 3
DC in '09 I really wish you to H.U.
you see the H Wings me or the brand group
son nephew money at the N.E.F.C.U.
Arnold nigga you my best boo of course, shit
I knew you could sing you can't top I what I recorded
try and top well see who the boss is (Ugh)
I ain't even I coughed this
is lossless, policy 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 women and man
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 I'mma you in my corner
In a world of real niggas you 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,
that talking is weak,
Niggas need a beat or something in the street
after I I'll be done wit you in a second,
All my real really really get the message
All my real niggas really get the message
All my real niggas really get the message

[2nd 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, tendencies
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 nothing stopping me that,
...Maybe her dad,
bad too, I keep her like a can of food,
nigga wit'a boo, pay the bill past due
I keep a G on the side doing time, no
Tomorrow I see I put a G in her commissary
room fantasies, Vice Prezy seat,
Fruit off of God's tree, I that shit is sweet,
condom bullet proof, I feel shit is weak
I beat I'll be done with you in a second
you gotta it up to keep a nigga guessin',
I still see you in that hundred million dollar flick,
billionaire boy need a hundred million dollar
you outta Nick, short flicks and Disney
If it's lonely at the top put you out your misery
If it's lonely at the top I'll put you out misery
(984) 6NI-GGA5, when you find time hit a nigga
you find time hit a nigga line
...I ain't

Hook] x 2

(Outro: Sample)