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
bad, and she said that 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 down to fuck, but I'm really her friend
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 with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me
My silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just an instrument
Bass, that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where they do

L.A. cut the check for me
King shit and you what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of loud, but a nigga look like a hundred 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 pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no
My dancing in 3D nigga
Like a bank when you see me, nigga
money wrong and my money long
And I'm with it like PE nigga
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 smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me everything I
Like how to whip it, it, cut it, deal it
it to your partner let him flood through the city
Really, we that action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max a motherfucking fact
I'm a real nigga, fuck rappers

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

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