Luyện nghe bài hát King To A God

[Verse 1: Joey
Hol' up, uh, on my bullshit, I'm packin' 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 hiccup
You better get a grip and slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands 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 like a redneck in a pickup (c'mon!)
Shit get ugly like Chauncey (word!)
Hol' up, lemme fill up my cup some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is find
Said I just really want that (yeah!)
But fuck it, watch her it back
Like a 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 rhymes like dimes and MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my first tunes, I've been raisin' from 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!)
got goons, question is: Do you got the Cojóns?
You niggas coons that really need to the buffoonery
'Fore I take it back on
Start they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that shit don't be me (no!)
Fuck around and this verse gon' be in eulogy
This the the of shit I do usually (ha!)
I move
And put words together so beautifully (c'mon!)
While I the beat up so brutally (uh huh!)
cops in my community abusin' diplomatic immunity (psh!)
Said I'm soon to be the in your 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: Bada$$]
But what's a to a God? Uh
like the realest motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a 'fore I let him push me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm tryna even, even over the odds, nigga
Huh, 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 break even, even over the odds, nigga

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

[Verse 2: Dessy
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 best move (c'mon!)
I made mine, where's the next loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I'm turnin' frowns down
every tool to close these tombs
Like Tut right now (uh huh!)
I'm cuttin' ties, then cufflinks bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, feel the to bury me
Or my spouse (woo!)
All sleepin' I'm wide aroused
I'm right around chinas in Chinatown
dinin' with lighter sounds
That's for the spliff, nobody a sound
I came to these babies down
With nothin' less than cotton for towels (woo!)
That's for cotton pickin' no (doubt!)
lil' nigga just turned big nigga, you now
Are in to the era where we better than who's around
Fuck give up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told y'all niggas and only now (right!)
I think I'm psycho for the sound
Only I see around
Go 'round and 'round like a new (ah ha!)
What's a king to a
The is one of them don't compare themselves
I'm only to make a name plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New York 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 physics
Way I met critics
So whatchu to the dead or the livin'?
God Body, (ha ha!)

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

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