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 check place

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

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

1: Naww G]
Even if her friends cock block she gon' it more,
stay around like niggas do liquor stores
Ugly niggas winning look at and Minaj,
keek a chick and to me I'm a five
Slide in in my this the time of your life,
and get you home by 9:45
Roll out the dingy when you slide by da block,
we could chop at the Chinese spot
smell like mad weed you'll get a contact high,
only 17 the contract signed,
I'm like a young without the cookie braids tied
Love flow you know my shit is real,
I wrote this shit on the back off a 100 bill,
on the face in the check cash place,
ran money since 7 in '98
by the barbershop and the barbershop speech
all I need is Gina and that Barbershop 3
DC in '09 I really wish you to H.U.
you see the H that's me or the brand group
Gods son money at the N.E.F.C.U.
Palmer nigga you my best boo of course, shit
I knew that you could sing you can't top I what I
try and top this see who the boss is (Ugh)
I ain't even spit I coughed
is lossless, policy is lawless,
your body mind 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,
nigga, old soul, my mind got Alzheimer's
R&B got the strongest jaw powers
In my finest hour need you in my corner
In a world of niggas you only wind up finding talkers,
when I'm 94 I'm jay walking a walker..
'Burb indigenous, really be living this,
I fuck with rappers just rhyme-sayers and lyricists
Keek tha sneek, keep heat,
talking shit 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 really get the
All my real niggas really get the message
All my real niggas really really get the

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

[Verse 2: G]
You wit' a dog, niggerish tendencies
Chef B, Don got the remedy,
had to go summer school God testing me
God me, I'm in my bag...
on the text Kadee on my lap,
she kinda young for me but nothing me from that,
...Maybe her dad,
Alissa bad too, I 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
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 is weak
I beat I'll be done with you in a second
you gotta switch it up to keep a guessin',
I still wanna see you in that hundred million flick,
billionaire boy need a hundred million chick
you outta Nick, short flicks and Disney
If it's at the top I'll put you out your misery
If lonely at the top I'll put you out your misery
(984) 6NI-GGA5, you find time hit a nigga line
when you find hit a nigga line
...I ain't

[1st x 2

(Outro: Sample)