Luyện nghe bài hát King To A God

[Verse 1: Bada$$]
Hol' up, uh, 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 don't
You better get a grip and don't up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your where my eyes can see
it's a stick up (yeah!)
Make one false move, you lit up (brr!)
'Cause I don't give a like Bishop (no!)
I'm crazy like a in a pickup (c'mon!)
Shit get like Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol' up, fill 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
a Thursday on my timeline (woo!)
Swear I'm so out of my (word!)
The one of my kind (c'mon!)
me and you is a fine-line
I sell rhymes like dimes and MFs doomed (doomed!)
my first tunes, I've been raisin' hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' hotter every (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 coons that really need to stop the buffoonery
I take it back on them
Start they jewelry (gimme that!)
You talk tough but that shit don't be foolin' me (no!)
Fuck around and verse gon' be in your eulogy
This the type the of shit I do (ha!)
I indubitably
And put words together so beautifully (c'mon!)
While I beat the beat up so (uh huh!)
cops in my community abusin' diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I'm soon to be the in your top five (yeah!)
'Cause I drop, watch the rest drop just like flies (yeah!)
They be when a nigga like me on the rise (yeah!)
I ain't afraid to look a lyin' king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

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

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

2: Dessy Hinds]
How many pieces, I'm eatin' forbidden fruit (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I feast on too (c'mon!)
Verses bulletproof on the chessboard, pick best move (c'mon!)
I already made mine, where's the loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I'm turnin' frowns down
Usin' every to close these tombs
Like Tut right now (uh huh!)
I'm cuttin' ties, cufflinks might bounce (uh huh!)
the ground, feel the urgency to bury me
Or worry my (woo!)
All sleepin' I'm wide aroused
I'm right around fine chinas in
Fine dinin' with sounds
That's for the spliff, make a sound
I to wipe these babies down
With nothin' less than Egyptian cotton for (woo!)
That's for cotton pickin' no (doubt!)
This lil' nigga just big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we better than around
cheddar give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I y'all niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I'm going psycho for the
Only I see around
Go and 'round like a new carousel (ah ha!)
What's a to a God?
The difference is one of don't compare themselves
I'm only here to make a name plus wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New York state of mind, I guess it was
I'm out in Queens after I handle my (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I been physics
Way before I met
So whatchu to the dead or the livin'?
God Body, (ha ha!)

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

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