Luyện nghe bài hát Underground Kings

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

Rumor has it I'm an underground
All I give a fuck is money
And when I got it, I give a fuck about it
It's outlandish, I take for granted God granted
My countertop granite, my is outstanding
While I'm inside of it
Feelin' inside out as I pop
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 pick a chick up, it and friend zone her
as I see her wake 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 sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in for it
A is borin', for you to be informed
I'm a chore and my circle more than a European coin
Once the has begun, you realize
I'm the illest, the is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm definitely at gun rap, gun wrap
I put you on my recipe
I put you on the treadmill accessory like run that, run that
Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in
I deploy niggas to generally destroy niggas'
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 witH the clip
And I'm known for the stripping, 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more real you tHink
Buy a some High Heels, a small purse and a sHank
wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I tHe guns back
And gang tats
And I wrote tHis Had every H capped
You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I bullets
And narcotics, the watcHin', still poppin'
A gang member, pitcHin' rock, car on the block
No antennas, just a body, myself and my own
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
From to the lowest of devils
every bar for the rebels
My to startin' trouble: orange rags
Hats, even be witH my stunt double
My life is either or oxy in my cotton
You pale and so it's gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, only 3 options
I'm second to none, I 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
Take more tHan lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk
music, jump out of Buicks
Nobody movin' or I on it
Before I get a crown, I on it

An underground king sippin' my
You I double my profit because I triple my beam
You niggas stop with the and all this fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your optics that I go through a squadron?
Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and
I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, 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 that sucka rapper's dead, I assume my
In the place, a king, on the is where I'm sittin'
Yeah, the iron throne is mailed with the metal
Hey, let the and the mice know Killer Mike is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the they know
My is good, I land a rock at my show
I go, rest in peace to Dilla fosho
Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a tour
Through ghetto I carry the heavy metal
Just in case a shovel is needed when are settled
Mama get rose
That's it, finito, no chatter, the settled
I got bitch, I got some head, she got stilettos
Lyrically I'm literally a bad
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka