Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

Go rock your chain,
that champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
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As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique
She gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know
I'm ballin'
They call me the Boss, I be callin' the
It's Ross, that boy be ballin' a lot

That boy be big, that boy be ridin' rims
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just
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 or the purp, yellow diamonds is boss
dime a boss, she fine as a house
And she a Porche, she designed for a boss

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

Go rock your chain,
Pour champagne, boss
Keep 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 big, I'm hopin' lanes
My thang got these chickens 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
I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a floss
I'm a winner, you the loss, all ***
Sprinkle 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauce

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

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

Go your chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Keep paid, boss
Do like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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Before the rock got whipped and pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the
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 *** actin' brand new sweatin'
Brand new chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, they win him on the stage

Two a day, super pay, stupid *** a model
C, a hundred deep and everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp, 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 like

Go rock your chain,
that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid,
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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all Ross, them boys runnin' in the streets
See them candy paints, Dade
Over town, livin' the brown
Carol City, Oba
The whole thrill of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
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