Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do like

Go rock chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Keep gettin' paid,
Do like

As I'm poppin' my collar, black on antique Impala
She gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know
I'm ballin'
They call me the Boss, I be the shots
It's Ricky Ross, boy be ballin' a lot

That boy be big, that boy be ridin' rims
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they swim
New to the West, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, 'em down
Now get back on your two

Stuntin' is boss, shinin' is
Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is
That dime a boss, she as a house
And she drivin' a Porche, she designed for a

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do like

Go rock your chain,
Pour that champagne,
gettin' paid, boss
Do whatcha

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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I'm ridin' big, I'm hopin'
My Chevy thang got these all insane
Look at my stones tap on the bezzle
Bad at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me

Oh, no, 'cause of my
'Cause of my bling like a standin' on my ring
'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a it, I'm a floss
I'm a winner, you the loss, all ***
Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the in the sauce

Whatcha feel, like, whatcha want, what's your type?
I done seen it, it twice, bought it up the same night
'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ricky
If you buy, if you it, *** the cost
a boss, You a boss

Run how you want,
Chill how you want,
how you want, boss
Do like

Go rock your chain,
Pour champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
Do whatcha

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha

Before the rock got whipped and they got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got from the boss
On a for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark, so

26's on the old school, Pro Tools
Got the old school *** actin' brand new
Brand new tennis chain, fancy on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' win him on the stage

Two a day, super pay, stupid *** from a
Triple C, a hundred and everybody got a bottle
Got a full of purp, full of work, no leachin'
50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a reason
I'm the

Run how you want,
Chill how you want,
Floss how you want,
Do like

Go rock chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Keep gettin' paid,
Do like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha

That's all Ross, them runnin' in the streets
See them candy paints, Dade
town, livin' the city brown
Carol City, Oba
The thrill five of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
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