Luyện nghe bài hát Underground Kings

I'm an
I'm, I'm an

Rumor has it I'm an king
All I give a fuck about is
And when I got it, I don't give a about it
It's outlandish, I take for granted God granted
My granite, my house is outstanding
While I'm standing of it
Feelin' inside out as I pop
myself on TV
In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper
I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and
call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and zone her
as I see her wake up, I be fuckin' her raw
If she a B or an A cup, her fuck in a bra
Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the
I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill in return for it
A is borin', for you to be informed
I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European
Once the kill has begun, you
I'm the illest, the realest is C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun
I put you on my recipe
I put you on the treadmill less like run that, run that
Detroit nigga, I destroy in general
I deploy niggas to generally destroy niggas'
So rumor has it I'm an underground

From underground, a one, I don't get it
I still be in Civics, it's one of my bitcHes', I grew witH the
And I'm known for the stripping, unload I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more tHan you tHink
Buy a bitcH some Heels, a small purse and a sHank
Some wet naps, a little to insert tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I tHe guns back
And sHowin' tats
And wHen I wrote tHis Had H capped
You know tHem Hoovers it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
And narcotics, the watcHin', still poppin'
A gang member, rock, every car on the block
No antennas, just a body, myself and my own
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
Denied a tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
From to the lowest of devils
Spit every bar for the
My to startin' trouble: orange rags
Bucket Hats, even be my stunt double
My life is either jail or oxy in my
You pale and so it's gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, it's only 3
I'm to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk
Murder music, jump out of
Nobody movin' or I on it
Before I get a crown, I on it

An underground king my lean
You I double my profit because I triple my beam
You stop with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go a squadron?
Cause I'm as violent and vicious as Christians and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got and sadistic
I'm talkin' and twisted, this shit was terror-terrific
We killed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the
And made the maid do the dishes, now she with the fishes
Now that sucka rapper's dead, I my position
In the place, a king, on the is where I'm sittin'
Yeah, the throne is mailed with the metal microphone
Hey, let the and the mice know Killer Mike is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the killas know
My is good, I land a rock at my show
Before I go, in peace to Dilla fosho
Slum lord with a mic in a slum village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto I carry the heavy
Just in case a shovel is needed when are settled
Mama get petals
it, finito, no chatter, the matter settled
I got your bitch, I got head, she got stilettos
Lyrically I'm a bad mothafucka
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka