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 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 insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm really into her
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of
Bitch I'm in my lane, 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 symphony and I'm back, been missing me
My silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm up and I ain't in a band
But my flow like an instrument
Bass, feel that, tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where they do

L.A. cut the check for me
King shit and you what it is
Shawty smell a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred 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 that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no
My diamond dancing in 3D
Like a strip when you see me, nigga
Your money wrong and my money
And I'm playing with it like PE
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 wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off
Shawty, taught me everything I know
Like how to it, cook it, cut it, deal 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 that's a motherfucking
I'm a real nigga, fuck these

up, doors down
When I'm in the club, bitch it's down
Shawty it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty fuckin down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it's 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 letters after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up
I ball hard an athlete
Young black nigga in a big white
Nigga, I look a referee nigga
They blowing the they telling
I do the clam I'm
This bitch turned up rain
When I'm in the you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the
One feet in the game and one out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga the death of me
Never a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin trunk
in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!