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 from Philly 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 into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of
I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my
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 watch my clock ignorant 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
Hating is a disease, pussy where they do

L.A. cut the check for me
King shit and you know it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your
I got all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D
Like a bank strip you see me, nigga
Your money and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE
Real no joke, don't think there nigga 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 gotta thank God for the niggas off
Shawty, they me everything I know
how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to your partner let him through the city
Really, we that action, you try us and we blastin'
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, 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 going down
Once I busted at the rapper, it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going

This that dope boy academy, them three letters been me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my a tragedy
Shorty her legs up happily
I ball hard an athlete
Young black in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a referee
They blowing the whistle telling
I do the clam I'm
This bitch turned up rain
I'm in the club you yellin
They talk 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 nigga till the death of me
Never sing a song like a
50 bandz in my pocket just 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin like a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!