Luyện nghe bài hát King To A God

[Verse 1: Bada$$]
up, uh, back on my bullshit, I'm packin' a full clip
I'm triggered, bitch, get back 'fore I it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off from the hip-up, my Glock, it hiccup
You better get a grip and don't up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put hands where my eyes can see
Like a stick up (yeah!)
Make one false move, you lit up (brr!)
I don't give a fuck like Bishop (no!)
I'm crazy like a redneck in a (c'mon!)
get ugly like Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol' up, lemme up my cup with some fine wine
bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find time
Said I just really want that (yeah!)
But it, watch her throw it back
Like a Thursday on my (woo!)
I'm so out of my mind (word!)
The one of my kind (c'mon!)
me and you is a fine-line
I sell rhymes like and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my first tunes, I've been raisin' hell the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' every 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 coons that really to stop the buffoonery
'Fore I take it back on
snatchin' they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that don't be foolin' me (no!)
Fuck and this verse gon' be in your eulogy
the type the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I move
And put these together so beautifully (c'mon!)
I beat the beat up so brutally (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I'm soon to be the greatest in your top (yeah!)
'Cause when I drop, watch the rest drop just like (yeah!)
They be shook when a nigga like me on the (yeah!)
'Cause I ain't to look a lyin' king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

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

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

2: Dessy Hinds]
How pieces, I'm eatin' forbidden fresh fruit (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I on flesh too (c'mon!)
Verses on the chessboard, pick your best move (c'mon!)
I already made mine, where's the loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I'm turnin' frowns upside
Usin' every tool to these tombs
Like King Tut now (uh huh!)
I'm cuttin' ties, then cufflinks bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, feel the urgency to me
Or my spouse (woo!)
All this I'm wide aroused
I'm right fine chinas in Chinatown
Fine dinin' lighter sounds
That's for the spliff, nobody a sound
I came to wipe babies down
With nothin' less than Egyptian cotton for (woo!)
for cotton pickin' no doubt (doubt!)
This lil' just turned big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we better who's around
Fuck give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I'm going for the sound
psychos I see around
Go 'round and 'round a new carousel (ah ha!)
a king to a God?
The difference is one of them don't compare
I'm only here to make a plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New York state of mind, I guess it was
I'm out in after I handle my business (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I been flippin'
Way before I met
So whatchu saying to the or the livin'?
God Body, (ha ha!)

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

[Outro: Joey
a king to a God?
Feelin' like the realest alive, uh
a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna even, even over the odds, nigga