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

[Intro:
Hey! Birthday!
I wrote on the back of a hundred dollar bill
walking out of the check 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 call the in the century

1: Naww G]
Even if her friends cock she gon' want it more,
shorty around like niggas do liquor stores
niggas winning look at Meek and Minaj,
keek a chick 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 dingy carpet you slide by da block,
we could chop at the Chinese spot
Block smell like mad weed you'll get a high,
only 17 when the signed,
I'm like a meek without the cookie braids tied
letter flow you know my shit is real,
I wrote shit on the back off a 100 dollar bill,
on the back in the check cash place,
ran money since 7 in '98
Raised by the barbershop and the speech
all I is Gina niece and that Barbershop 3
DC in '09 I really wish you to H.U.
you see the H Wings me or the brand group
Gods son 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 this see who the boss is (Ugh)
I even spit I coughed this
Quality is lossless, is lawless,
your body mind but your modesty is gorgeous
I'm not to you on my fan shit,
I'm a classic man women and man shit
Off the beat I'm off my dog collar,
Young nigga, old soul, my got Alzheimer's
R&B women got the jaw powers
In my finest hour I'mma you in my corner
In a world of real niggas you wind up finding talkers,
I'm 94 I'm jay walking with a walker..
'Burb indigenous, really be living this,
I fuck with rappers just rhyme-sayers and lyricists
Keek tha sneek, some heat,
that talking is weak,
need a beat or something bumping in the street
after I I'll be done wit you in a second,
All my niggas really really get the message
All my real niggas really get the message
All my real really 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 after God testing me
God me, I'm in my bag...
Jackie on the text on my lap,
she young for me but nothing stopping me from that,
...Maybe her dad,
Alissa bad too, I keep her a can of food,
nigga wit'a boo, pay the bill past due
I keep a G on the doing time, no solitary
I see Samaara I put a G in her commissary
Board room fantasies, Prezy seat,
Fruit off of tree, I swear that shit is sweet,
condom bullet proof, I feel that shit is
After I beat I'll be done with you in a
you switch it up to keep a nigga guessin',
I still wanna see you in that million dollar flick,
boy need a hundred million dollar chick
you outta Nick, short flicks and Disney
If it's 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 find time hit a line
you find time hit a nigga line
...I ain't

[1st x 2

(Outro: Sample)