Luyện nghe bài hát King To A God

[Verse 1: Joey
Hol' up, uh, back on my bullshit, I'm packin' a clip
I'm triggered, bitch, get back I pull it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off the hip-up, my Glock, it don't hiccup
You better get a and don't slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands where my 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!)
Shit get ugly like Billups (word!)
Hol' up, fill up my cup with some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find
Said I just really want Einstein (yeah!)
But fuck it, 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!)
Since my first tunes, I've been raisin' hell the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' hotter June (yeah!)
You say you with the
Well, I'm the heavy fumes (c'mon!)
You got goons, I got (yeah!)
Everybody got goons, question is: Do you got the
You niggas coons that really need to stop the
'Fore I take it on them
Start snatchin' they (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that shit be foolin' me (no!)
Fuck around and this verse be in your eulogy
the type the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I indubitably
And put these words together so (c'mon!)
While I the beat up so brutally (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 nigga me on the rise (yeah!)
'Cause I ain't afraid to a lyin' king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

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

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

[Verse 2: Hinds]
How many pieces, I'm eatin' forbidden fruit (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I feast on too (c'mon!)
bulletproof on the chessboard, pick your best move (c'mon!)
I already mine, where's the next loop? (Loop?)
A plus miles, I'm turnin' frowns upside down
Usin' every tool to close tombs
Like King Tut now (uh huh!)
I'm cuttin' ties, then might bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, feel the urgency to me
Or my spouse (woo!)
All this I'm wide aroused
I'm right around fine in Chinatown
Fine dinin' with lighter
That's for the spliff, nobody make a
I came to wipe babies down
With less than Egyptian cotton for towels (woo!)
That's for cotton pickin' no (doubt!)
This lil' just turned big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era we better than who's around
cheddar give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told y'all once and only now (right!)
I think I'm going for the sound
Only psychos I see
Go 'round and 'round 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 I handle my business (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I been flippin'
Way I met critics
So saying to the dead or the livin'?
God Body, (ha ha!)

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

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