Luyện nghe bài hát Kilo

You know
I can, I can write that
Can make someone that hates me the
to really respect or love the song

1]
I got it they want it we it one hundred
You that it's real
These niggas be hating but only hate cause they don't know how it feel
To be living like me no I ain't no gangster but I it so G
Everybody know me cause you spit that crack by the kilo it's hard to keep-keep it low key
I'm coming classics that shit that's forever that shit that be timeless
Type of shit that when you show your friends wondering where the fuck did you find this
And this even me at my finest
I'm the king boy me as your highness
Got your girl all on my zipper, that's to my flyness

[Hook : West & C Dot Castro]
You buy this
(That's to my flyness)

(thanks to my flyness)
You can't buy
(That's to my flyness)
I got a right to be a lil bit

2]
Okay, this the that I live
Action so I'm stunting boy
fronting boy
Music over all, this extra shit mean nothing boy
Still I'm fly as fuck for no reason
as fuck, nose bleeding
Make a change all year long so you can catch me up in four seasons
Like blow, uh, my temp
it at? Below freezin'
Broke as hell my whole
broke down, just worked broke 'till I broke even
While they never been broken I stack so much think I need a broker
On a PJ, in my PJs, next to the pilot, thanks to my

[Hook : Kanye West & C Dot

3]
Rattpack yeah I'd die for
Cut the gat back and do a crime for
We are too real, I two mil, anything less I won't sign for that (Nope)
And these days tryna rap
And they be signing all kind of
me to get on their track boy ain't nobody got time for that
We get no sleep,
In the lab is where you'll me at
Bitches hit my phone and when they be on
They something wrong, hypochondriac
when it come to them females, they get attached like e-mails
And everytime see C, they be asking for details
But fuck that I keep moving
The perks and the fame, it's hard to it
But if you see what I used to do it
You could take my life and a movie for it
We had to learn to all the simple things
So appreciate all the finer ones
Went from no hoes to sold out
Off clothes to designer ones
From the streets to suites
I was just a youngin' from the police
Now the runnin' for the front row seats
Haters looking at me funny cause I just cease
Now I go they pay me compliments
Put in work, now I'm living the consequence
So when I say I'm the best that ain't over confidence
Motherfucker common sense and that's real

[Hook : West & C Dot Castro]