Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh a hit nigga
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 that I can get it boy
a hit and I'm a make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag's
And my campaign on ten, I the bitch
She down to fuck, but I'm really into her
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no
Robert jeans with the stones, man's 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 been me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my
I'm up and I ain't in a band
But my flow like an instrument
Bass, that, yellow 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
Shawty smell like a of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that 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 fast, ain't no romance
My diamond in 3D nigga
Like a bank strip you see me, nigga
money wrong and my money long
And I'm with it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke, think there nigga no ho
I got mini and a 100 round drum
In the up under my car
And nigga I don't wanna your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me everything I
Like how to it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to your partner let him flood the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we
We to the max that's a motherfucking fact
I'm a nigga, fuck these rappers

Door up, doors
When I'm in the club, bitch it's down
Shawty think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants
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 letters been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a
Shorty her legs up happily
I ball like an athlete
Young nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look a referee nigga
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 I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real till the death of me
Never a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin trunk
in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!