Luyện nghe bài hát Under Ground Kings

Bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy
off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape
Probably be driving, it just got so much harder
Can't steer straight, I can't even steer straight
Oh, fuck with me, I buy the
Live a little, cause die a lot, and lie a lot
But I'm the truth that's right I said it
The proof that you ain't 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? That's me on some shit
I can tell a lie if you ask me about my
But I might talk real if you ask me what I care about
Reppin' bitches, reppin' 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 man I said that before I knew I was
That's important and what really happened before this
When me and my crew was all about this rapper New Orleans
Singing walking like a man, finger on the
I got money in my pocket, I'm a nigga, ah
With fame on my mind, my girl on my
I was pushing to get something that I deserve
That was back in the days, days
I was a cold dude, I'm back to my ways

People always ask how I got my nice
Take my crown to the grave, I'm an underground
I bet we can make the greatest story ever told
Cause I'm down to spend whatever, I've been on a roll
And I do it for the city, you know the city love a nigga
Do it for the city, cause you know the 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 need romance, sometimes I need that pole dance
I need that 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 women from my would
Leather that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors
Talking all good things, that's all I'm really good for
Memphis no, see I start to go deep back
And rich crust with my seat back with Yo and E-Mack
And these got them diamonds glowing in they mouth
And they rockin' furs like it's in the south
And every pretty girl tell me that's the that she like
So why am I a classic, is who I'm trying to be like
So I drop out, lessons I was taught are to fade
As soon I that term-end papers they won't get me paid
If I don't I'ma ball
I'm countin' all day like a clock on the
need that, making major changes to the life I'm living
I had no choice, I had to prove I made the right
That was back in the days, Acura
I was a cold dude, I'm getting to my ways