Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
With no on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I from Philly boy
bad, and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a feel it boy
My flow on range, my insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm really into her
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of
I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert jeans the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a and I'm back, city been missing me
My silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a
But my flow just like an
Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the
Hating is a disease, where they do that?

L.A. cut the check for me
shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' ass
If yo bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D
Like a bank strip when you see me,
Your money wrong and my money
And I'm with it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke, don't think there no ho
I got mini and a 100 round drum
In the up under my car
And nigga I don't smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off
Shawty, they me everything I know
Like how to it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to your let him flood through the city
Really, we that action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a fact
I'm a nigga, fuck these rappers

Door up, down
When I'm in the club, bitch it's down
Shawty it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, fuckin head down
I see my phone blowing up, I know going down
I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going

This that dope boy academy, three letters been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a
Shorty open her legs up
I ball hard an athlete
black nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I like a referee nigga
blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm
bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you
talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I made it
I'm a real nigga till the of me
Never sing a song like a
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, to build a brick up, uh!