Luyện nghe bài hát Long Live The King

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

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

Youve studying me, wetting yourself,
Cause youre afraid when I rise youll be left on the
Where you belong; the rest of the wannabes,
ever ask me to support you, you can never follow me.

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, as well kill him or pretend.
To the crown, around, sit down; Im the king,
live the king.
Long the king.
Long the king.
live the king.

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

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

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

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

Ive been holding my for a long while,
Sat back, you parade my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, nobody to listen, chavs dying, might 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

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Long live the
Long live the
live the king
Long live the

Ive holding my tongue for a long while,
Sat back, you parade my style.
Lock him in a prison for plagiarism, wants to listen, chavs dying, might as well kill him or pretend oh.
To the throne, turn around, sit Im the king,
Long the king.
live the king.
Long the king.
Long the king.
Long the king.