Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

[Statik Scratches]
Make money, money, money, money
Take money, take money, money,
Make money, make money, money,
Take money, money, money, money

[Verse 1: CROOKED]
I'm King Kong, my theme song
With Sky on the hook, we touch Soul
Your team's on, homie on
In the about pussies you play the lead role
Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive
We meant to get active, we interact killers and factors
We with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers
And infinite roast to the back
We get the shit crackin' exactly that
The streets give me a hundred credit
Keep it one hundred, nothin sweet a fucking diabetic
And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio should be
Fuck it, I just it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic
This whole rap industry's a survival quest
And the sitting behind the desk is your final test
First they'll you and then tax you like the IRS
Jerk me for my money you better buy a
You have a iron chest
like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes
Fuck what you've heard, you're
Whether juggling birds or words
For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and

[Bridge:

Oh! Oh! Oh!

[Chorus:

AHHHH. WE GON GET IT. (WHAT?)
IT TO EM (YEAH)
WE GON GET IT (WHAT)
NOW IT TO EM

Selektah Scratches]
Make money, make money, money,
Take money, money, money, money

2: Royce da 5'9