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 from boy
Bitch bad, and she said I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm really into her
House up on the hill, got it off of
Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, as hell, no stains
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been me
My watch my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm up and I ain't in a band
But my flow like an instrument
Bass, feel that, yellow of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where 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 drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than opinion
I got all in my cargo pants
Standard clip that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D
Like a bank strip you see me, nigga
money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE
nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round
In the up under my car
And nigga I don't wanna smoke weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me I know
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, 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, these rappers

Door up, down
I'm in the club, bitch it's going down
Shawty it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty fuckin down
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 dope boy academy, them three been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a
Shorty her legs up happily
I ball hard like an
black nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look a referee nigga
They blowing the whistle they
I do the I'm chilling
bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm on the daily
One feet in the game and one out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga till the of me
sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, to build a brick up, uh!