Luyện nghe bài hát King & Queens

We all dream one day we kings and
We all dream one day we kings and
My nigga made it, we just young, the dream
My nigga it, we just young, living the dream

[Verse 1:
Uh, ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim
My floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless
5 girls in the kitchen, cooking something like chemists
Monumental (?), statues Egyptians
God my soul, need it, can't let it go
I you get lonely when I ain't home, on the road
I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here for the throne
I would take you along, but then that loan you'll owe
Young girls in dresses, tryna impress us
Saying they all different, but I don't show no effort
Underestimated (?), then I tested
Had to make investments, colored dressed it
I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West
on anybody with an opinion, you dead wrong
Go against a bull nigga
I'm too strong, eight arms to a bomb
stance, ready for war
We use a Andy Warhol to the decor
Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get
They say my music knocks, so I hope it open door

[Hook: x2]
We all dream one day we and queens
We all dream one day we be and queens
My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we just young, living the

[Verse 2:
take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest
And now a nigga dreams without losing his breath
Though my credits are slept, my the best
Though I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to
We in cool all of these niggas
I'm through all of these niggas
You with all of these niggas
You like all of these (niggas)
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in
Anybody riding with young'in will probably
Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them
Finna be king, but I'm way too proud to as (minion?)
I just offer a to my vehicle, nigga
And don't (?) shit to these opinions
I'm a to these niggas, love a queen, f-ck the b! tches
MMG, Y-M-C-M, B 'cause we run this you
We all kings, anything to my soft queens
I'm lost without them, when around I am Charles Sheen

x2]
We all dream one day we and queens
We all dream one day we be kings and
My made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we young, living the dream

[Verse 3:
in the presence of a majestic, esoteric
Message from the ghettoest king, worldwide respected
I can say ghettoest I come from where metal spit
Praying to God I can slide and slip out the grip
pop another pill, can't drink another sip
Tryna down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this shit
I to love these whips, a white
Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I need hit
At night, where they (?)
That's the block Metta World Peace learned to play ball
See I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the home
College to prison, understand it, knowledge and
Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who
he could die any day and you still the same thing
So that you a queen, surviving anything
Escobar season begins, so let the semis
Pimp of the year, I could smack father
Not only with my hand, but a black revolver
I been in pressed silk since breast
cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga