Luyện nghe bài hát Long Live The King

1:
Im getting tired of disrespect.
Well, its evident Ill be the best.
Whether or not youre being or say it in jest,
Ive got a light sense to right; you passed your test.

Yeah, Im good with words, and fucking chronic.
Forever second fiddle, tales, Im sonic.
Is this the I can go? I can get much badder.
Ive been doing this since youve been in your Huggies, your bladder.

Youve been me, wetting yourself,
Cause youre afraid when I rise youll be on the shelf
Where you with the rest of the wannabes,
Dont ask me to support you, you can never follow me.

Ive been my tongue for a long while,
Sat back, you parade my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chavs dying, as well kill him or pretend.
To the crown, around, sit down; Im the king,
live the king.
Long the king.
live the king.
Long the king.

2:
you can do, I can do better.
Even when soaked through, I could make her wetter.
Stop make me look bad, so you can be taken seriously,
What makes you think I give a fuck what think of me?

You me now Im obligated to destroy.
Why anybody go to war with men? Youre just a boy
Nothing to write about so put your Barbie down.
Save embarrassment, fucking clown.

You making because you be mollycoddled silver spoon.
Your are average, good at copying, carry a tune.
All the gear, no idea, daddys account.
And when it comes to abilities, small amount.

When you compare it to I can bring, its minuscule.
the pupil; Im the teacher, go back to school!
You have to be in possession of the limelight for me to come and take it from you, why you get it right?

Ive been holding my tongue for a while,
Sat back, you parade my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chavs dying, might as kill him or pretend.
To the crown, around, sit down; Im the king,
live the king.
Long the king.
Long the king.
Long live the

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live the king
Long the king
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Long the king

Ive been holding my for a long while,
Sat back, you parade my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody wants to listen, chavs dying, might as well kill him or oh.
To the throne, around, sit down; Im the king,
live the king.
Long the king.
live the king.
Long the king.
Long the king.