Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
no words on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from boy
Bitch bad, and she that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a feel it boy
My on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I the bitch
She to fuck, but I'm really 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 jeans with the stones, 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 in a band
But my flow like an instrument
Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the
is a disease, pussy where they do that?

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

Door up, doors
When I'm in the club, bitch going down
think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty fuckin down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going
Once I busted at the rapper, it hit the town
the numbers 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 family my witness a
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 I'm chilling
This bitch turned up making
When I'm in the club you
talk about 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 nigga till the death of me
Never sing a song like a
50 bandz in my pocket blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin like a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to a brick up, uh!