Luyện nghe bài hát King To A God

[Verse 1: Bada$$]
Hol' up, uh, back on my bullshit, I'm a full clip
I'm triggered, bitch, get back I pull it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off from the hip-up, my Glock, it don't
You get a grip and don't slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands where my can see
Like it's a up (yeah!)
Make one false move, you lit up (brr!)
'Cause I don't a fuck like Bishop (no!)
I'm crazy like a redneck in a (c'mon!)
Shit get ugly like Billups (word!)
up, lemme fill up my cup with some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find
I just really want that Einstein (yeah!)
But fuck it, watch her it back
a Thursday on my timeline (woo!)
Swear I'm so out of my (word!)
The one of my kind (c'mon!)
Between me and you is a
I sell like dimes and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my tunes, I've been raisin' hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' hotter June (yeah!)
You say you the smoke?
Well, I'm with the fumes (c'mon!)
You got goons, I got (yeah!)
Everybody got goons, question is: Do you got the
You niggas that really need to stop the buffoonery
'Fore I it back on them
Start snatchin' jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that don't be foolin' me (no!)
Fuck around and this gon' be in your eulogy
the type the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I move
And put these words together so (c'mon!)
While I beat the beat up so (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I'm soon to be the greatest in top five (yeah!)
'Cause when I drop, the rest drop just like flies (yeah!)
They be shook when a like me on the rise (yeah!)
'Cause I ain't afraid to look a king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

Joey Bada$$]
But what's a to a God? Uh
Feelin' like the realest alive, uh
Kill a nigga I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna even, even over the odds, nigga
Huh, but a king to a God? Uh
Feelin' the realest motherfucker alive, uh
a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, over the odds, nigga

Joey Bada$$]
Ha ha! Let that shit breathe, up, let that shit breathe, ha ha!
Yeah, ill-minded child, get 'em

2: Dessy Hinds]
How many pieces, I'm forbidden fresh fruit (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I feast on too (c'mon!)
Verses on the chessboard, pick your best move (c'mon!)
I already made mine, the next loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I'm turnin' frowns down
Usin' every tool to close these
Like Tut right now (uh huh!)
I'm cuttin' ties, then might bounce (uh huh!)
the ground, feel the urgency to bury me
Or my spouse (woo!)
All this I'm wide aroused
I'm right around chinas in Chinatown
dinin' with lighter sounds
That's for the spliff, nobody a sound
I to wipe these babies down
With nothin' less than Egyptian cotton for (woo!)
for cotton pickin' no doubt (doubt!)
This lil' nigga just big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we than who's around
cheddar give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I y'all niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I'm psycho for the sound
Only I see around
Go and 'round like a new carousel (ah ha!)
What's a king to a
The difference is one of don't compare themselves
I'm only here to a name plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New York state of mind, I guess it was
I'm out in Queens after I my business (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I flippin' physics
Way I met critics
So whatchu saying to the or the livin'?
God Body, (ha ha!)

[Chorus: Hinds]
But what's a king to a
Feelin' the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, over the odds, nigga
Yeah, but what's a king to a
Feelin' the realest motherfucker alive, uh
a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, even over the odds,

Joey Bada$$]
What's a king to a
Feelin' like the motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna break even, even over the odds,