Luyện nghe bài hát Most Kingz

Young Hov in the
so necessary
Green in the house
So
Why ya on me,
Is that

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

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

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

Uh
Inspired by Basquiat, my on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my up, I'm tired
Build me up, me down to build me up again
They like "Hov we need you back so we can kill 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 you they gon' good night you with
Shit, thats' half if they like you
That aint even the half they might do
Don't believe me, ask

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

Suicide, it's a
When you succeed, prepare to be
Media meddles, sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they you you ghetto
So it's being Bobby Brown
To be then, you gotta be Bobby now
Now the question is, "Is to had and lost
Better than not at all?"
dawg,

Most kingz get their cut off
Keep on 'till you reach the top
Keep on coming if 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 shots ring
You laying on balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by
Er'body get your hand off my
look at you strange, say you changed
Like you work that hard to the same
Uh
Game the same, the name changes
So best 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 sanctum of your
Low 'em as the enemies approach
So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the
And the spirit I'm
There's kings been awoken
From shots from those who was most to them

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

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

Long live the
No, the rain wont

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

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