Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh a hit nigga
With no on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I from Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she 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 to fuck, but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no
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 symphony and I'm back, been missing me
My watch silly my ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just an instrument
Bass, feel that, yellow of the trizack
Hating is a disease, where they do that?

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 like a hundred mill
But I Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo
clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D
Like a strip when you see me, nigga
Your wrong and my money long
And I'm with it like PE nigga
nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up my car
And nigga I wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, taught me everything I know
how to whip 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 a motherfucking fact
I'm a real nigga, fuck these

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

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 up happily
I ball like an athlete
Young nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look a referee nigga
They blowing the they telling
I do the clam I'm
This bitch up making rain
I'm in the club you yellin
They talk these 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 till the of me
Never sing a song like a
50 bandz in my just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin like a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a up, uh!