Luyện nghe bài hát Long Live The King

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, turn around, sit Im the king,
Long the king.
live the king.
Long the king.
live the king

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