Luyện nghe bài hát Under Ground Kings

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

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

Sometimes I that romance, sometimes I need that pole dance
Sometimes I need that that's gon' tell me that she don't dance
Tell me lies, make it sound good, make it good
Do me like the women from my would
Leather with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on floors
Talking all them things, that's all I'm really good for
Memphis no, see I start to go deep back
And rich crust my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And niggas 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, lessons I was are quick to fade
As I realize that term-end papers they won't get me paid
If I don't nothing I'ma
I'm countin' all day like a clock on the
Yeah need that, making major to the life I'm living
I had no choice, I had to prove I the right decisions
was back in the days, Acura days
I was a cold dude, I'm back to my ways