Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh a hit nigga
no words on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from 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 insane
And my on ten, I like the bitch
She to fuck, but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of
Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, as hell, no stains
Robert jeans the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only Tiffany
You rat, you'll a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my
I'm banned up and I ain't in a
But my just like an instrument
Bass, that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, where they do that?

L.A. cut the check for me
shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a mill
But I Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than opinion
I got racks all in my cargo
Standard with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, no romance
My diamond in 3D nigga
a bank strip when you see me, nigga
Your money and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE
Real nigga no joke, don't there nigga no ho
I got Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up my car
And I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the off Bankhead
Shawty, taught me everything I know
Like how to it, cook it, cut it, deal 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 a motherfucking fact
I'm a real nigga, fuck these

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

This that dope boy academy, them three been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty her legs up happily
I hard like an athlete
Young black nigga in a big white
Nigga, I look like a referee
They blowing the whistle they
I do the clam I'm
This bitch turned up rain
When I'm in the you yellin
They talk about Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga the death of me
Never sing a song a parakeet
50 bandz in my just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, to build a brick up, uh!