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 chasin', but I ain't 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 swag's
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm really 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 with the stones, Giuseppe my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock
You rat, you'll sing a and I'm back, city been missing me
My watch silly my clock and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a
But my flow like an instrument
Bass, feel that, yellow of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where do that?

L.A. Reid cut the for me
shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth than your opinion
I got all in my cargo pants
clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, no romance
My dancing in 3D nigga
Like a bank strip you see me, nigga
Your money and my money long
And I'm playing it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke, don't think there no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round
In the up under my car
And nigga I don't wanna 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 partner let him flood 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, fuck rappers

Door up, down
When I'm in the club, it's going down
Shawty think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants
Down, down, shawty head down
I see my phone blowing up, I it's going 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 me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up
I ball hard an athlete
Young black nigga in a big phantom
Nigga, I look like a referee
They blowing the they telling
I do the I'm chilling
bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you
They about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely it
I'm a real nigga the death of me
Never sing a song like a
50 bandz in my pocket just 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, to build a brick up, uh!