Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh a hit nigga
With no on it

I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't 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 on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm into her friend
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, as hell, no stains
jeans with the stones, Giuseppe 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, been 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 just an instrument
Bass, feel that, tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where do that?

L.A. cut the check for me
King and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that more than your opinion
I got racks all in my pants
Standard clip that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D
a bank strip when you see me, nigga
Your money wrong and my money
And I'm playing it like PE nigga
Real no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the up under my car
And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed, gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me everything I
how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to your partner let him flood through the
Really, we that action, you try us and we blastin'
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, it's going down
Shawty it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty head down
I see my blowing up, I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going

This that dope boy academy, them three letters after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up
I ball hard like an
black nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a referee
They the whistle they telling
I do the I'm chilling
This bitch turned up rain
When I'm in the you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm 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
sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money a motherfuckin Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to a brick up, uh!