Luyện nghe bài hát Most Kingz

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

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

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

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

Uh
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on
Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm
me up, break me down to build me up again
They like "Hov we need you 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? They got me ghosts

Most kingz get their cut off

With the same sword they knight you they gon' good you with
Shit, thats' only half if they you
That aint even the half what they 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, a suicide
you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggas sue you, you
Every step you take, they 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 than not at all?"
dawg,

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

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

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

They 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 know the show aint over
rows roll in
To the republic it's over,
To my loyal it's over, hoe
Long live the
No, the rain stop
They my head on the chopping block
I die, nah

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

live the king
No, the wont stop

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

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