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 that champagne,
Keep gettin' paid,
Do like

As I'm poppin' my collar, black on antique Impala
She gotta speak 'cause my speakers let her know
I'm ballin'
They call me the Boss, I be the shots
It's Ross, that 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 your shoes, wipe 'em
Now get on your two step

Stuntin' is boss, is boss
Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow is boss
That dime a boss, she fine as a
And she a Porche, she designed for a boss

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

Go rock your chain,
Pour that champagne,
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 whatcha

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

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

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

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

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 and they pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my
so sharp, so dark, so vivid

26's on the old school, Pro Tools
Got the old school *** actin' brand new
Brand new tennis chain, fancy on my jeans
for the walk, dude, fore' they 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 of purp, full of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a
I'm the

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

Go your chain, boss
that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid,
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, them boys runnin' in the
See them candy paints, County
Over town, the city brown
Carol City, Oba
The whole thrill of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
Do whatcha