Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

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

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

Tearin the city
bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got on me
25-8 goin 8 ape for the cake nigga
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 hate me they ain't me
King Kong ain't got on me

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