Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

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

1]
Hollow a out
Build a villa in it, that's what I'm talkin bout
Uh, Closed minded lil children, I write my way to a million, out the plane windows
Fuck get popped like a collar
For in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Fool, what you you like me
Your and your rival I be
Holdin the title the precision of a hunter's rifle
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get chick
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' defensive lineman homie who block em

Tearin thru the
Snatchin bitches top of the
King Kong ain't got on me
goin 8 goin ape for the cake nigga
King Kong got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky I
King Kong got shit on me
than life, they hate me because they ain't me
King ain't got shit on me

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