Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

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

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

That boy be ridin' big, that boy be rims
Not the flats but the fish 'cause just swim
New York to the West, you a if you fresh
Scuff shoes, wipe '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 drivin' a Porche, she designed for a

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

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

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

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

Whatcha feel, whatcha like, whatcha want, your type?
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the night
'Cause I'm a boss, Ricky Ross
If you buy, if you spend it, *** the
You's a boss, You a

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

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
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Before the rock got whipped and pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission the boss
On a mission for the charts, 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, pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the

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

Go rock your chain,
Pour champagne, boss
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 candy paints, Dade County
Over town, the city brown
Carol City, Oba
The whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya,
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