Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh a hit nigga
no words on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I from Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she said 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 to fuck, but I'm really into her friend
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no
Robert jeans the stones, Giuseppe 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, city missing me
My watch silly my clock and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I in a band
But my flow like an instrument
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 like a pound of that loud, but a 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 man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no
My diamond in 3D nigga
Like a bank strip when you see me,
Your wrong and my money long
And I'm with it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke, think there nigga no ho
I got Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the up under my car
And I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me everything I
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, it
Hand it to your partner let him flood 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

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

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 up happily
I ball like an athlete
Young black nigga in a big phantom
Nigga, I like a referee nigga
They blowing the whistle they
I do the clam I'm
bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the you yellin
They talk these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga till the of me
Never sing a song 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 build a up, uh!