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 Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a nigga it boy
My on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm really 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 with the stones, Giuseppe man's my
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city missing me
My watch silly my clock and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a
But my flow just an instrument
Bass, feel that, yellow of the trizack
is a disease, pussy 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 like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo
Standard with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance
My diamond in 3D nigga
a bank strip when you see me, nigga
Your wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE
Real no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini and a 100 round drum
In the up under my car
And nigga I don't smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me I know
how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to partner let him flood through the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we
We to the max that's a motherfucking fact
I'm a real nigga, fuck rappers

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

This that boy academy, them three letters been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my a tragedy
Shorty her legs up happily
I ball like an athlete
Young nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I like a referee nigga
They the whistle they 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 and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga the death of me
Never sing a like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinks
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a up, uh!