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 grip and don't up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your where my eyes can see
Like it's a up (yeah!)
one false move, you gettin' lit up (brr!)
'Cause I don't a fuck like Bishop (no!)
I'm like a redneck in a pickup (c'mon!)
Shit get ugly Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol' up, lemme fill up my cup with some fine
Your wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find time
Said I really want that 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!)
Between me and you is a
I sell like dimes and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
my first tunes, I've been raisin' hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm hotter every June (yeah!)
You say you the smoke?
Well, I'm the heavy fumes (c'mon!)
You got goons, I got (yeah!)
got goons, question is: Do you got the Cojóns?
You niggas coons that really need to stop the
'Fore I it back on them
snatchin' they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk but that shit don't be foolin' me (no!)
Fuck around and this verse gon' be in eulogy
This the type the of I do usually (ha!)
I move
And put these words so beautifully (c'mon!)
While I beat the beat up so (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community abusin' 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!)
'Cause I afraid to look a lyin' king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

Joey Bada$$]
But what's a king to a Uh
Feelin' 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
Huh, but what's a king to a Uh
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,

[Bridge: 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 eatin' forbidden fresh (mm!)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I on flesh too (c'mon!)
Verses bulletproof on the chessboard, pick your move (c'mon!)
I made 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 cufflinks bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, the urgency to bury me
Or worry my (woo!)
All this sleepin' I'm wide
I'm right around fine in Chinatown
dinin' with lighter sounds
That's for the spliff, nobody make a
I came to wipe these babies
With nothin' less than Egyptian cotton for (woo!)
That's for cotton no doubt (doubt!)
This lil' nigga turned big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we better than who's
cheddar give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I'm going psycho for the
Only I see around
Go 'round and 'round like a new (ah ha!)
What's a to a God?
The difference is one of them don't themselves
I'm only here to make a name plus wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New state of mind, I guess it was written
I'm out in Queens I handle my business (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I been flippin'
Way I met critics
So whatchu saying to the dead or the
God Body, (ha ha!)

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