Luyện nghe bài hát Most Kingz

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

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

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

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

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

kingz get their heads cut off

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

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

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

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

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

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

They wont until you ghost to 'em
But real kings die
They become martyrs, toast to 'em
Arthur, put a robe to him
Like James know the show aint over
Until rows in
To the republic over, though
To my loyal it's over, hoe
live the king
No, the rain stop
They my head on the chopping block
I die, nah

kings get their heads cut off
Keep on '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 live the
No, the rain wont

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

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