Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

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

As I'm poppin' my collar, on black antique Impala
She ain't 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, that boy be ridin'
Not the flats but the 'cause they just swim
New York to the West, you a if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, 'em down
Now get on your two step

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

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

Go rock chain, boss
that champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
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Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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I'm ridin' big, I'm hopin'
My Chevy thang got these chickens all
Look at my stones tap dancin' on the
Bad at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me

Oh, no, 'cause of my
'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 in the sauce

Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's your
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same
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 like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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Before the rock got whipped and they got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission 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 *** actin' brand new sweatin'
Brand new tennis chain, pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the

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

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

Go your 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 in the streets
See them paints, Dade County
Over town, the city brown
Carol City, Oba
The whole thrill of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
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