Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

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

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

Stuntin' is boss, is boss
kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is boss
That a boss, she fine 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,
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

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

Oh, no, of my chain
'Cause of my bling a peacock 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

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

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

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

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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the rock got whipped and they pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got from the boss
On a mission for the charts, my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark, so

26's on the old school, Pro session
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 *** a model
Triple C, a deep and everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp, of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 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 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
Do whatcha

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