Luyện nghe bài hát King To A God

[Verse 1: Bada$$]
up, uh, back 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 the hip-up, my Glock, it don't hiccup
You better get a and don't slip up (yeah!) (ah!)
Now put your hands my eyes can see
it's a stick up (yeah!)
Make one 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 fine
Your bitch wanna fuck, all I gotta do is time
Said I just want that Einstein (yeah!)
But fuck it, her throw it back
Like a on my timeline (woo!)
I'm so out of my mind (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 raisin' hell from the tombs (tombs!)
Look, I'm gettin' every June (yeah!)
You say you the smoke?
Well, I'm with the 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 snatchin' they (gimme that!)
You niggas talk tough but 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 indubitably
And put these words together so (c'mon!)
I beat the beat up so brutally (uh huh!)
Like cops in my community abusin' immunity (psh!)
Said I'm soon to be the greatest in top five (yeah!)
'Cause I drop, watch the rest drop just like flies (yeah!)
They be shook when a nigga like me on the (yeah!)
'Cause I ain't afraid to look a lyin' up in his eyes, nigga, what‽

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

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

[Verse 2: 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 already made mine, where's the loop? (Loop?)
A hundred plus miles, I'm turnin' upside down
every tool to close these tombs
Like King Tut 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 this I'm wide aroused
I'm around fine chinas in Chinatown
Fine dinin' with sounds
That's for the spliff, make a sound
I came to wipe these down
With nothin' less than Egyptian for towels (woo!)
That's for cotton pickin' no (doubt!)
This nigga just turned big nigga, you now
Are tuned in to the era where we better than around
Fuck cheddar up the pounds (uh huh!)
I told y'all niggas once and now (right!)
I I'm going psycho for the sound
psychos I see around
Go and 'round like a new carousel (ah ha!)
a king to a God?
The difference is one of don't compare themselves
I'm only to make a name plus generational wealth (woo!)
No kiddin', New York state of mind, I guess it was
I'm out in after I handle my business (uh huh!)
I'm too ambitious, and I flippin' physics
Way before I met
So whatchu saying to the or the livin'?
God Body, (ha ha!)

[Chorus: Hinds]
But 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, over the odds, nigga
Yeah, but what's a to a God?
Feelin' 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

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