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 like

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

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

is boss, shinin' is boss
Grandaddy kush or the purp, diamonds is boss
That dime a boss, she fine as a
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 chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Keep gettin' paid,
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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I'm big, I'm hopin' lanes
My Chevy thang got these chickens all
at my stones tap dancin' on the bezzle
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and kiss me

Oh, no, 'cause of my
'Cause of my bling like a peacock 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 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauce

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

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 like
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 from the
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my
so sharp, so dark, so vivid

26's on the old school, Pro session
Got the old school *** actin' new sweatin'
Brand new chain, fancy pockets 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 hundred deep and 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,
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 like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha

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