Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

Yeahh... Jets Fool, Talk Nigga,
Everybody around this got money,
We never gon run outta weed, yeah, look up

1]
Hollow a out
a villa in it, pimp that's 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 city get bitten, chewed,
Fool, what you you like me
Your idol and your I be
Holdin the title with the of a hunter's rifle
fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
Fall back baby girl let me get chick
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 top of the building
King ain't got shit on me
25-8 goin 8 goin ape for the cake
King ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get out the sky around I
Kong 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, came up, put it down for my set what I did nigga
Founder of a flyer society raisin the partition so the driver won't me
wishin for a position on either side of me
Hopin for a free ride to the top me
my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Dressed neat, left the suite sloppy off the chop a tree
New York, Woodstock, Socrates
The view from my chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city my brother now I'm comin back for it