Luyện nghe bài hát Most Kingz

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

You know become a star
Because you're the target out there

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

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

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

Most kingz get their cut off

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

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

Suicide, a suicide
When you succeed, prepare to be
meddles, niggas sue you, you settle
Every you take, they remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby
To be then, you gotta be Bobby now
Now the question is, "Is to have had and
Better not having at all?"
dawg,

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

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

Er'body wanna be the King then shots
You laying on your balcony with holes in your
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get by screams
get your hand off my jeans
Er'body at you strange, say you changed
Like you work that to stay the same
Uh
Game the same, the name changes
So it's for those to not overdose on being famous
Most kings get driven so
That they try to hit the same that Kurt Cobain did
So
No
Invited to the inner of your chambers
Low 'em as the enemies approach
So raise your draw bridge and them in the moat
And the I'm evoking
There's kings been awoken
From shots from those who was close to them

wont stop until you ghost to 'em
But real don't die
They become martyrs, let's to 'em
Arthur, put a robe to him
Like James Brown know the show over
Until roll in
To the republic over, though
To my subjects it's over, hoe
Long live the
No, the won't stop
They want my on the chopping block
I die, nah

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

Long live the
No, the rain stop

Long the, the, the king
wanna be the, the, the king
Long the, the, the king
They be the, the, the king

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