Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
no words on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from boy
Bitch bad, and she that I can get it boy
a hit and I'm a make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag's
And my on ten, I like the bitch
She down to fuck, but I'm really into her
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, as hell, no stains
Robert with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only Tiffany
You rat, sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the of my city
I'm up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an
Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the
is a disease, pussy where they do that?

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

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

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