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 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 on ten, I like the bitch
She down to fuck, but I'm really her friend
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 jeans with the stones, man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the 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. Reid cut the for me
King shit and you know it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a mill
But I drive Ferrari, the motherfuckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than opinion
I got racks all in my cargo
Standard clip that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D
Like a bank strip you see me, nigga
Your money wrong and my money
And I'm playing with it like PE
Real nigga no joke, don't there nigga 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 thing I
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 let him flood through the city
Really, we bout action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a motherfucking
I'm a real nigga, these rappers

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

This that dope boy academy, them three been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up
I ball hard like an
Young black nigga in a big phantom
Nigga, I look a referee nigga
blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm
This bitch turned up making
When I'm in the club you
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I made it
I'm a real till the death of me
Never sing a song a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinks
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, to build a brick up, uh!