Luyện nghe bài hát Under Ground Kings

Bridge troubled water, ice in my muddy water
Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a
Probably shouldn't be driving, it got so much harder
Can't even steer straight, I can't even steer
Oh, fuck with me, I buy the
a little, cause niggas die a lot, and lie a lot
But I'm the truth that's right I fucking it
The living proof that you ain't die to get to heaven
You girl, you right there, you look like you like this
How'd I know, I know? That's me on some psychic shit
I can tell a lie if you ask me my whereabouts
But I might talk that real if you ask me I care about
Reppin' bitches, reppin' bitches
And reppin' reppin' them bitches until all of us
I swear, it's been two since somebody ask me who I was
I'm the greatest man I that before I knew I was
That's what's important and what really happened this
When me and my was all about this rapper from New Orleans
Singing like 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 that I deserve
That was back in the days, days
I was a cold dude, I'm back to my ways

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

Sometimes I need that romance, I need that pole dance
Sometimes I need that stripper that's gon' me that she don't dance
Tell me lies, make it sound good, make it good
Do me like the women from my town
Leather that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors
Talking all good things, that's all I'm really good for
Tennessee no, see I start to go deep back
And rich crust my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And these niggas got them diamonds in they mouth
And they rockin' furs like it's snowing in the
And every pretty girl tell me that's the shit that she
So why am I a classic, is who I'm trying to be like
So I out, lessons I was taught are quick to fade
As soon I realize that term-end papers won't 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 to the life I'm living
I had no choice, I had to prove I the right decisions
That was in the days, Acura days
I was a cold dude, I'm getting to my ways