Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

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

As I'm poppin' my collar, on black antique Impala
She gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know
That I'm
They call me the Boss, I be the shots
It's Ross, that boy be ballin' a lot

boy be ridin' 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 shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on your two

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

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

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 like

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

Oh, no, 'cause of my
'Cause of my bling like a peacock 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 salt 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, 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 rock chain, boss
Pour 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

Before the rock got and they pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the
On a mission for the charts, my competition
so sharp, so dark, so vivid

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

Two a day, super pay, *** from a model
Triple C, a hundred deep and got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp, full of work, no
50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a reason
I'm the

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

Go rock your chain,
that 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

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