Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh this a hit
no words on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I ain't Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she said I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a a nigga feel it boy
My on range, my swag's 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, off of Biscayne
I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe my chain
I'm different, I was for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city missing me
My silly my clock 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, tape of the trizack
is a disease, pussy where they do that?

L.A. Reid cut the for me
King shit and you know it is
smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion
I got all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' 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 wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it PE nigga
Real nigga no joke, don't think there no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round
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
Like how to whip it, it, cut it, deal it
it to your partner let him flood through the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we
We turnt to the max that's a fact
I'm a real nigga, these rappers

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

This that dope boy academy, them three letters been me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my a tragedy
open her legs up happily
I hard like an athlete
Young black in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a nigga
They blowing the they telling
I do the I'm chilling
bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I made it
I'm a real till the death of me
sing a song like a parakeet
50 in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinks
in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!