Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

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

As I'm my collar, black on black antique Impala
She ain't gotta speak 'cause my 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 ridin' big, that boy be rims
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just
New York to the West, you a if you fresh
your shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on two step

is boss, shinin' is boss
Grandaddy or the purp, yellow diamonds is boss
That 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 chain, boss
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 whatcha

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

Oh, no, 'cause of my
'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, want, what's your type?
I seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
I'm a boss, it's Ricky Ross
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 whatcha

Go your chain, boss
that champagne, boss
Keep 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

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 *** actin' brand new sweatin'
new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the

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

Go your chain, boss
that champagne, boss
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 boys in the streets
See candy paints, Dade County
Over town, livin' the city
Carol City, Oba
The whole thrill of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
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