Luyện nghe bài hát King 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,
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As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black Impala
She ain't speak 'cause 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 ridin'
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just
New to the West, you a boss if you fresh
your shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get on your two step

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

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

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

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

Oh, no, 'cause of my
'Cause of my bling like a peacock 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, whatcha like, whatcha want, what's type?
I done seen it, done it twice, it up the same night
'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ricky
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 whatcha

Go your chain, boss
Pour champagne, boss
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 whatcha

Before the rock got whipped and they pistol got
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the
On a mission for the charts, my competition
so sharp, so dark, so vivid

26's on the old school, Pro Tools
Got the old school *** actin' new sweatin'
new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the

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

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

Go rock your chain,
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

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