Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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 like

As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black Impala
She ain't speak 'cause my speakers let her know
That I'm
They me the Boss, I be callin' the shots
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be a lot

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

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

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

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

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

I'm ridin' big, I'm lanes
My Chevy got these chickens all insane
at my stones tap dancin' on the bezzle
Bad at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me

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

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

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

Go your chain, boss
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
Do like

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

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

Two a day, super pay, *** from a model
Triple C, a hundred deep and 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,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do whatcha

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

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

That's all Ross, them boys in the streets
See candy paints, Dade County
Over town, livin' the city
Carol City, Oba
The whole five of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
Do whatcha