Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

Yeahh... Jets Fool, Talk Nigga,
around this bitch got money,
We ain't never gon run outta weed, yeah, up

1]
Hollow a out
Build a villa in it, pimp what I'm talkin bout
Uh, Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million, lookin out the windows
Fuck around get like a collar
For slippin in my get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you think you me
Your idol and your I be
the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get high
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive lineman homie who block em

Tearin the city
Snatchin top of the building
King Kong got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 goin ape for the cake
King Kong ain't got on me
be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
King ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they me because they ain't me
King Kong ain't got on me

2]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set I did Jets nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin the partition so the driver won't me
Women for a position on either side of me
for a free ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my
Dressed neat, left the hotel sloppy off the chop a tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock,
The view from my rockin chair you would not
A million miles from New Orleans, the key to the city with my brother now I'm comin back for it