Luyện nghe bài hát King 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 whatcha

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

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

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

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

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

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do like
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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I'm ridin' big, I'm hopin'
My Chevy got these chickens all insane
Look at my tap dancin' on the bezzle
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and 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 'cause I'm the pepper 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 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 like

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

Before the got whipped and they pistol 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 session
Got the old school *** actin' brand new
Brand new tennis chain, pockets on my jeans
for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stage

Two a day, super pay, stupid *** from a
Triple C, a deep and everybody got a bottle
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,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do like

Go rock your chain,
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

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