Luyện nghe bài hát King & Queens (ftNas & Wale) 4:08

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

1: Tyga]
Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, 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 cover my soul, need it, let it go
I know you get when I ain't home, on the road
I know I perfect, I'm out here working for the throne
I would take you along, but then that loan you'll owe
girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us
Saying all different, but I don't show them no effort
Underestimated that (?), I tested
Had to make investments, honey dressed it
I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism shit
Shit on anybody with an opinion, you wrong
Go against a nigga head-on
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a
Army stance, for war
We use a Andy Warhol to paint the
for my actions, sometimes I get bored
They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every

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

[Verse 2:
Never take this to heart, I take indo to chest
And now a nigga chasing dreams losing his breath
Though my are slept, my ambition the best
Though I do to be heard, I'mma do it to death
We in cool all of these niggas
I'm with all of these niggas
You fool all of these niggas
You like all of these (niggas)
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits
Anybody riding with young'in will probably
Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics
Finna be king, but I'm way too to offer as (minion?)
I just a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga
And don't (?) shit to these opinions
I'm a king to these niggas, love a queen, f-ck the b!
MMG, Y-M-C-M, B we run this you dig?
We all kings, give anything to my queens
I'm lost them, when they around I am Charles Sheen

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

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