Luyện nghe bài hát Under Ground Kings

Bridge over water, ice in my muddy water
Rich off a mixtape, got off a mixtape
Probably be driving, it just got so much harder
Can't even steer straight, I can't even straight
Oh, fuck with me, I buy the
a little, cause niggas die a lot, and lie a lot
But I'm the truth right I fucking said it
The living proof that you gotta die to get to heaven
You girl, you right there, you look like you this shit
How'd I know, how'd I know? me on some psychic shit
I can tell a lie if you ask me about my
But I might that real if you ask me what I care about
Reppin' bitches, bitches bitches
And reppin' them bitches until all of us switches
I swear, it's two years since somebody ask me who I was
I'm the greatest man I said that before I I was
That's what's important and really happened before this
When me and my crew was all about this from New Orleans
Singing walking a man, finger on the trigger
I got in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, ah
fame on my mind, my girl on my nerves
I was pushing myself to get something that I
That was back in the days, Acura
I was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my

People always ask how I got my things
Take my to the grave, I'm an underground king
I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever
Cause I'm down to spend whatever, lately I've on a roll
And I do it for the city, cause you know the city love a
Do it for the city, you know the city love it a nigga
Do it for the city, cause you know the city love it a
Do it for the city, (UGK these other niggas)

Sometimes I that romance, sometimes I need that pole dance
Sometimes I need stripper that's gon' tell me that she don't dance
Tell me lies, make it sound good, it sound good
Do me like the from my town would
Leather with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on floors
Talking all them good things, that's all I'm good for
Memphis Tennessee no, see I to go deep back
And rich crust with my back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And these got them diamonds glowing in they mouth
And they rockin' furs like it's snowing in the
And every pretty girl tell me that's the shit she like
So why am I a classic, is who I'm trying to be like
So I drop out, I was taught are quick to fade
As soon I realize that term-end papers they get me paid
If I don't I'ma ball
I'm countin' all day a clock on the wall
Yeah need that, making major changes to the I'm living
I had no choice, I had to prove I the right decisions
That was back in the days, days
I was a dude, I'm getting back to my ways