Luyện nghe bài hát Under Ground Kings

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

People always ask how I got my nice
my crown to the grave, I'm an underground king
I bet we can make tonight the greatest ever told
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 a nigga
Do it for the city, cause you know the city it a nigga
Do it for the city, you know the city 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 stripper that's tell me that she don't dance
Tell me lies, make it sound good, it sound good
Do me the women from my town would
Leather that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors
Talking all them good things, all I'm really good for
Tennessee no, see I start to go deep back
And rich crust with my seat with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And these niggas got them diamonds in they mouth
And they rockin' furs it's snowing in the south
And every pretty girl tell me the shit that she like
So why am I a classic, this is who I'm trying to be
So I drop out, I was taught 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 all day like 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 made the decisions
That was back in the days, days
I was a cold dude, I'm getting back to my