Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
no words on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I Tity 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 a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my insane
And my campaign on ten, I the bitch
She down to fuck, but I'm really her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no
Robert jeans with the stones, man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, 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 of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy they do that?

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

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

This that dope boy academy, them three letters after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an
Young black nigga in a big white
Nigga, I look like a referee
They blowing the whistle telling
I do the clam I'm
This bitch up making rain
When I'm in the you yellin
They talk about these that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'm a nigga till the death of me
sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, to build a brick up, uh!