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 'fore I it and let it rip, uh (woo!)
Hit you off the hip-up, my Glock, it don't hiccup
You get a grip and don't slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands where my can see
Like it's a up (yeah!)
one false move, you gettin' lit up (brr!)
'Cause I don't give a like Bishop (no!)
I'm crazy like a redneck in a (c'mon!)
Shit get like Chauncey Billups (word!)
Hol' up, lemme fill up my cup with some 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 only one of my (c'mon!)
Between me and you is a
I sell rhymes dimes and leave MFs doomed (doomed!)
Since my first tunes, I've raisin' hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' every June (yeah!)
You say you with the
Well, I'm the heavy fumes (c'mon!)
You got goons, I got (yeah!)
Everybody got goons, is: Do you got the Cojóns?
You coons that really need to stop the buffoonery
I take it back on them
Start they jewelry (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but that shit be foolin' me (no!)
around and this verse gon' be in your eulogy
This the type the of I do usually (ha!)
I indubitably
And put these words 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 greatest in top five (yeah!)
'Cause when I drop, watch the rest drop like flies (yeah!)
They be shook when a nigga like me on the (yeah!)
I ain't afraid to look a lyin' king up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

[Chorus: Joey
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, even the odds, nigga
Huh, but what's a to a God? Uh
like 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: Bada$$]
Ha ha! Let that shit breathe, up, let that shit breathe, ha ha!
Yeah, child, let's get 'em

[Verse 2: Dessy
How many pieces, I'm forbidden fresh fruit (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 hundred plus miles, I'm frowns upside down
Usin' every tool to close these
Like Tut right now (uh huh!)
I'm cuttin' ties, then cufflinks bounce (uh huh!)
Until the ground, the urgency to bury me
Or my spouse (woo!)
All this sleepin' I'm wide
I'm right fine chinas in Chinatown
Fine dinin' with sounds
That's for the spliff, nobody make a
I came to wipe these down
With less than Egyptian cotton for towels (woo!)
That's for pickin' no doubt (doubt!)
This lil' nigga just big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era we better than who's around
Fuck cheddar up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told niggas once and only now (right!)
I think I'm psycho for the sound
Only psychos I see
Go 'round and 'round like a new (ah ha!)
What's a king to a
The difference is one of them compare themselves
I'm only here to a name plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New York of mind, I guess it was written
I'm out in Queens after I my business (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I flippin' physics
Way before I met
So whatchu to the dead or the livin'?
God Body, (ha ha!)

[Chorus: Hinds]
But a king to a God?
Feelin' like the realest alive, uh
Kill a 'fore 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' like the motherfucker alive, uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him me aside
'Cause, bitch, I'm break even, even over the odds, nigga

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