Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

Go your chain, boss
Pour champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
Do whatcha

As I'm poppin' my collar, on black antique Impala
She ain't gotta speak 'cause my let her know
That I'm
They call me the Boss, I be callin' the
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 just swim
New to the West, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, 'em down
Now get back on two step

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

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

Go your chain, boss
Pour champagne, boss
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 whatcha

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

Oh, no, of my chain
'Cause of my bling like a peacock standin' on my
'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 in the sauce

Whatcha feel, like, whatcha want, what's your type?
I done it, done 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 like

Go your chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Keep gettin' paid,
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
you got any chips, you got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark, so

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

Two a day, pay, stupid *** from a model
C, a hundred deep and everybody got a bottle
Got a full 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,
Floss how you want,
Do like

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

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do like

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