Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
With no on it

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

L.A. Reid cut the for me
King and you know what it is
smell like 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 racks all in my pants
Standard clip with hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, no romance
My dancing in 3D nigga
Like a bank strip when you see me,
Your money wrong and my long
And I'm playing it like PE nigga
nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up my car
And I don't wanna smoke your 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 let him flood through the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we
We turnt to the max that's a motherfucking
I'm a real nigga, fuck rappers

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

This that dope boy academy, them three been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
open her legs up happily
I ball like an athlete
Young black in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a referee
They blowing the whistle telling
I do the I'm chilling
This turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you
They talk about these that I'm gettin on the daily
One in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga the death of me
Never a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to a brick up, uh!