Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

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

[Verse 1: CROOKED]
I'm King Kong, my theme song
With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems
Your on, homie dream on
In the movie about pussies you play the role
Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive
We meant to get active, we interact with and factors
We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with jackers
And clappers roast to the back
We get the shit crackin' exactly like
The streets give me a hundred credit
Keep it one hundred, nothin sweet like a diabetic
And Hip Hop ain't dead, but programmers should be
Fuck it, I just said it, I regretted, unapologetic
This whole rap like a survival quest
And the sitting behind the desk is your final test
they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS
Jerk me for my you better buy a vest
You better a iron chest
It's like a of pervs with ear fetishes
Fuck what heard, you're ear-relevant
juggling birds or hustling words
For mathematics, we action, that's numbers and verbs

[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, money, money, money
money, take money, money, money

[Verse 2: da 5'9