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 from 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 to fuck, but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of
Aventador Lamborghini, off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no
Robert jeans the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my
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 look like a mill
But I drive Ferrari, 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 hollow man, yo' ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no
My diamond dancing in 3D
Like a bank strip you see me, nigga
Your wrong and my money long
And I'm playing it like PE nigga
Real no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 drum
In the carpet up my car
And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only I smoke
And I thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they me everything I know
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, it
Hand it to your partner let him through the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we
We turnt to the max a motherfucking fact
I'm a real nigga, these rappers

Door up, doors
When I'm in the club, bitch going down
think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
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
the numbers in the city, boy it going down

This that dope boy academy, them three letters been me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty her legs up happily
I ball hard like an
Young nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a nigga
blowing the whistle they telling
I do the I'm chilling
This bitch turned up rain
I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the
One feet in the game and one feet out, I barely made it
I'm a real nigga till the of me
Never sing a like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinks
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a up, uh!