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 ain't Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she said 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 campaign on ten, I the bitch
She down to fuck, but I'm into her friend
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, off of Biscayne
I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a and I'm back, city been missing me
My watch silly my ignorant 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, that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where do that?

L.A. Reid cut the for me
King shit and you what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your
I got racks all in my pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, no romance
My diamond in 3D nigga
Like a bank strip you see me, nigga
money wrong 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 drum
In the carpet up my car
And nigga I don't smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they me everything I know
Like how to whip it, it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to partner 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, these rappers

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

This that dope boy academy, them three 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 look a referee nigga
They the whistle they telling
I do the I'm chilling
This bitch up making rain
When I'm in the club you
They talk these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I made it
I'm a real nigga the death of me
sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on Cherokee
I be gettin like a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!