Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

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

As I'm poppin' my collar, black on antique Impala
She ain't gotta 'cause my speakers let her know
That I'm
call 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 fish 'cause they swim
New to the West, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on your two

Stuntin' is boss, shinin' is
Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is
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 whatcha

Go rock 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

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

Oh, no, of my chain
'Cause of my bling like a peacock standin' on my
'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, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's type?
I done seen it, it twice, bought it up the same 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 whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do like

Before the 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
Composition so sharp, so dark, so

on the old school, Pro Tools session
Got the old school *** actin' new sweatin'
new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' win him on the stage

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

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

Go rock chain, boss
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 like

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