Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

Go rock chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Keep paid, boss
Do whatcha

As I'm poppin' my collar, on black antique Impala
She ain't speak 'cause my speakers 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 'cause they just swim
New to the West, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on two step

Stuntin' is boss, is boss
Grandaddy kush or the purp, yellow diamonds is
That 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 chain, boss
Pour that champagne,
Keep gettin' paid,
Do whatcha

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

I'm ridin' big, I'm hopin'
My Chevy thang got chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap on the bezzle
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and kiss me

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

Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's type?
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same
'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,
Chill how you want,
Floss how you want,
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 whatcha

Before the rock got and they pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the
On a for the charts, out-smart 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, fancy pockets on my
for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stage

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

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

Go rock chain, boss
Pour 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 runnin' in the
See them paints, Dade County
Over town, the city brown
Carol City, Oba
The whole five of my yayo, I see ya, Ross
Do whatcha