Luyện nghe bài hát Most Kingz

Young Hov in the
It's so
Green Lantern in the
So
Why ya on me,
Is necessary?

You know you've become a
Because you're the biggest out there

When everyone's on the court, coming for you
When the player walks into that arena
thinkin of upstaging you
You're, you're like a to them
They're "if I'm better than this guy,
The turns on me"
So, you know you're a because you're a marked man
And everyone's for you

The, the, the
They be the, the, the king
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the (king)

Uh
by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm
me up, break me down to build me up again
They like "Hov we you back so we can kill your ass again"
Hov got though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close
How I'm 'posed to win? got me fighting ghosts

kingz get their heads cut off

With the same sword they you they gon' good night you with
Shit, thats' half if they like you
aint even the half what they might do
Don't me, ask Michael

See Martin, see
See Biggy, see Pac
See success and its
See Jesus, see
See Caesar, see
See success is like

Suicide, a suicide
When you succeed, to be crucified
Media meddles, sue you, you settle
step you take, they remind you you ghetto
So tough being Bobby Brown
To be then, you gotta be Bobby now
Now the question is, "Is to had and lost
Better not having at all?"
dawg,

Most get their heads cut off
Keep on 'till you reach the top
Keep on coming if ready or not
kingz get their heads cut off

The, the, the
wanna be the, the, the king
They be

wanna be the King then shots ring
You on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by
Er'body get hand off my jeans
Er'body at you strange, say you changed
Like you that hard to stay the same
Uh
Game the same, the name changes
So best for those to not overdose on being famous
Most kings get so insane
That try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did
So
No
Invited to the sanctum of your chambers
Low chain 'em as the enemies
So raise your bridge and drown them in the moat
And the I'm evoking
There's kings who've been
shots from those who was most close to them

They wont stop you ghost to 'em
But kings don't die
They martyrs, let's toast to 'em
King Arthur, put a to him
Like James know the show aint over
Until rows in
To the republic over, though
To my subjects it's over, hoe
Long the king
No, the rain stop
want my head on the chopping block
I die, nah

Most get their heads cut off
on climbing 'till you reach the top
Keep on coming if ready or not
kings get their heads cut off
Keep on coming if ready or not

Long the king
No, the rain wont

Long live the, the, the
They be the, the, the king
Long live the, the, the
They be the, the, the king

Most kings get their cut off
Keep on climbing you reach the top
Keep on coming if ready or not