Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

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

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

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

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

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

Go rock your chain,
Pour 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 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 wanna me

Oh, no, of my chain
'Cause of my like a peacock standin' on my ring
'Cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a
I'm a winner, you the loss, all ***
Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the

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
a boss, You a boss

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

Go rock your chain,
Pour that champagne,
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 like

Before the got whipped and they pistol 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 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, pay, stupid *** from a model
C, a hundred deep and everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle of purp, full of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 last weekend, if you for a reason
I'm the

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

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 whatcha

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