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 about is money
And I got it, I don't give a fuck about it
It's outlandish, I for granted what God granted
My countertop granite, my is outstanding
While I'm inside of it
inside out as I pop Xanax
Watching 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
They call me the owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
Then go and a chick up, bone it and friend zone her
Soon as I see her up, I be fuckin' her raw
If she a B or an A cup, make her in a bra
get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
I'm she enjoyin', I kill verses in return for it
A eulogy is borin', for you to be
I'm a chore and my change more than a European coin
the kill has begun, you realize
I'm the illest, the realest is C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm best at gun rap, gun wrap
I put you on my list
I put you on the treadmill accessory like run that, run that
Detroit nigga, I niggas in general
I deploy niggas to generally destroy regimes
So rumor has it I'm an underground

From underground, a number one, I 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 real tHan you tHink
Buy a bitcH High Heels, a small purse and a sHank
Some wet naps, a skirt to insert tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I tHe guns back
And sHowin' gang
And wHen I tHis Had every H capped
You tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
And narcotics, the cops watcHin', still
A gang member, pitcHin' rock, car on the block
No antennas, a body, myself and my own Hitta
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
Denied a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real
From Heaven to the of devils
every bar for the rebels
My wardrobe to trouble: orange rags
Bucket Hats, even be my stunt double
My life is either or oxy in my cotton
You pale and so it's gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, it's 3 options
I'm to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
Take more tHan lung, pop, pop, pop
to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
Murder music, out of Buicks
movin' or I squeeze on it
Before I get a crown, I on it

An underground king my lean
You know I double my profit I triple my beam
You stop with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to optics that I would go through 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 tangled and twisted, this shit was terror-terrific
We the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses
And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep the fishes
Now sucka rapper's dead, I assume my position
In the place, a king, on the is where I'm sittin'
Yeah, the iron throne is mailed the metal microphone
Hey, let the rats and the know Killer Mike is home
Cause Killer is than all the killas they know
My past is good, I land a rock at my
Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla
Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum
Through every ghetto I carry the metal
Just in case a shovel is needed when are settled
get rose petals
That's it, finito, no chatter, the settled
I got your bitch, I got some head, she got
Lyrically I'm literally a bad
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka