Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

Yeahh... Jets Fool, Talk Nigga,
Everybody around this got money,
We ain't gon run outta weed, yeah, look up

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

Tearin thru the
Snatchin bitches top of the
King Kong got shit on me
25-8 8 goin ape for the cake nigga
Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky I
King ain't got shit on me
Larger 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 wishin for a position on either of me
Hopin for a ride to the top with me
Spendin my cheese, smokin my
Dressed neat, the hotel suite sloppy off the chop a tree
New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The from my rockin chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my now I'm comin back for it