Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

Go your chain, boss
that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid,
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As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique
She ain't gotta speak my speakers let her know
I'm ballin'
They call me the Boss, I be callin' the
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be a lot

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

Stuntin' is boss, shinin' is
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,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do like

Go rock chain, boss
that champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
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 hopin'
My Chevy thang got these all insane
Look at my stones tap dancin' on the
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and kiss me

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

Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's your
I seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
I'm a boss, it's Ricky 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 whatcha

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

26's on the old school, Pro session
Got the old *** actin' brand new sweatin'
Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my
for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stage

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

Run how you want,
Chill how you want,
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 whatcha

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