Luyện nghe bài hát King Kong

Yeahh... Jets Fool, Talk Nigga,
around 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 my way to a million, lookin out the plane windows
Fuck around get like a collar
For slippin in my city get bitten, chewed,
Fool, what you you like me
Your and your rival 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
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon' him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin' lineman homie who gon' block em

Tearin the city
bitches top of the building
King Kong ain't got on me
25-8 goin 8 goin ape for the cake
Kong ain't got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get out the sky around I
King ain't got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because ain't me
Kong 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 driver 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, left the hotel sloppy off the chop a tree
Upstate New York, Woodstock,
The view from my 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