Luyện nghe bài hát Under Ground Kings

Bridge over troubled water, ice in my water
Rich off a mixtape, got off a mixtape
Probably shouldn't be driving, it just got so harder
Can't even straight, I can't even steer straight
Oh, with me, I buy the shots
Live a little, niggas die a lot, and lie a lot
But I'm the truth that's right I said it
The living proof that you gotta 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 care
Reppin' bitches, reppin' bitches
And reppin' reppin' them bitches until all of us
I swear, it's two years since somebody ask me who I was
I'm the greatest man I said that I knew I was
what's important and what really happened before this
When me and my was all about this rapper from New Orleans
Singing walking like a man, on the trigger
I got in my pocket, I'm a uptown nigga, ah
With on my mind, my girl on my nerves
I was pushing myself to get something 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
my crown to the grave, I'm an underground king
I bet we can make the greatest story 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 love a
Do it for the city, cause you know the love 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 need that romance, sometimes I need pole dance
Sometimes I need that stripper that's gon' tell me that she don't
Tell me lies, make it sound good, make it sound
Do me the women from my town would
with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors
Talking all them good things, that's all I'm good for
Memphis Tennessee no, see I start to go deep
And rich crust with my back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And these got them diamonds glowing in they mouth
And they furs like it's snowing in the south
And every pretty girl tell me that's the that she like
So why am I a classic, this is who I'm trying to be
So I out, lessons I was taught are quick to fade
As soon I realize that papers they won't get me paid
If I nothing 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 made the decisions
That was back in the days, days
I was a cold dude, I'm getting to my ways