Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

Go rock chain, boss
Pour champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
Do like

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

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

is boss, shinin' is boss
Grandaddy kush or the purp, diamonds 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,
Floss how you want,
Do whatcha

Go rock your chain,
Pour 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

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

Oh, no, of my chain
'Cause of my bling 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 ***
Sprinkle salt 'cause I'm the pepper in the

Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, your type?
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the 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 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 rock got whipped and 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, *** from a model
Triple C, a hundred 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 your chain,
Pour that champagne,
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

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