Luyện nghe bài hát Three Kings

[Hook Payne]
gone say the same thing (bout' us)
It's always been the thing (bout' us)
We gone the same way
will we ever change
You fuckin' with the three (x4)

One Styles P]
King lasted, in the money and fashion
Champagne and weed smokes my passion
Whoever makin' the plate, I the biggest ration
I get the type of headaches that'll melt aspirin
Wakin' up gasping, dancing the devil breaking red with assassins
Pain when I'm
Boss shit, I the office you put your staff in
Enjoy now, in the future you'll be your
King of the dirty niggas that all ride
You don't want a bullet in mouth like fluoride
Louch, and I let a bullet or a sword fly
Kings of the slums front when it's war time

[Hook Dyce

Two Sheek Louch]
Hold up! Checkmate me
L-O-X see the treasure it bring me?
Fifty large in the on
You ain't our level yet nigga carry on
One hit wonderama, then you grow out of them niggas like your old
Talk about us on your little
She can't call so she text she suckin' cock
I give a fucka' what your hood say
You barley made dollars on a good day
Always that metal on my hip
And my hand and feet is even better don't trip

Dyce Payne]

[Verse Three
Royaly at finest, might as well address me as your highness
Loyaly, barz, flyness, we been the same way since we was minors
A1 respect from the start, for fact we pumped hard and dumped hard
Straight from the to the junk yard
A lot of times a is your trump car
All eyes on, hustle till the gone
Integrity is something we compromise on
Never change the three letter
L-O-X, the streets backin' em'
kings

[Hook Dyce