Luyện nghe bài hát King Sh*t

Oh a hit nigga
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 said I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag's
And my campaign on ten, I like the
She down to fuck, but I'm really into her
up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, off of Biscayne
I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert jeans with the stones, man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch rock Tiffany
You rat, sing 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 banned up and I ain't in a
But my flow like an instrument
Bass, feel that, tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where they do

L.A. Reid cut the for me
King shit and you what it is
Shawty like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than opinion
I got racks all in my cargo
clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no
My diamond in 3D nigga
a bank strip when you see me, nigga
Your money wrong and my long
And I'm playing with it PE nigga
nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up my car
And nigga I don't wanna your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off
Shawty, taught me everything I know
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, it
Hand it to your partner let him flood the city
Really, we bout action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a fact
I'm a real nigga, fuck rappers

up, doors down
When I'm in the club, bitch going down
Shawty think it fucked, down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty fuckin down
I see my blowing 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 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 her legs up happily
I hard like an athlete
Young black in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a nigga
They blowing the whistle telling
I do the I'm chilling
bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you
They talk about these that 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
sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that
I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinks
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to a brick up, uh!