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 about is
And when I got it, I don't give a about it
It's outlandish, I take for granted what God
My countertop granite, my house is
While I'm inside of it
inside out as I pop Xanax
Watching on TV
In to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and
They call me the Benz owner, I put 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, her fuck in a bra
Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the
I'm sure she enjoyin', I 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 is Pimp 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 less run that, run that
Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in
I deploy niggas to generally destroy niggas'
So rumor has it I'm an king

From underground, a number one, I get it
I still be in Civics, it's one of my bitcHes', I grew the clip
And I'm for the stripping, unload 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 in my bank, I'm more real tHan you tHink
Buy a bitcH some High Heels, a small purse and a
Some wet naps, a little to insert tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say gun raps, I brougHt tHe guns back
And gang tats
And wHen I wrote 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
Denied a million a text, I'm a real nigga
Heaven to the lowest of devils
Spit bar for the rebels
My wardrobe to trouble: orange rags
Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt
My is either jail or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' pale and so gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, it's only 3
I'm second to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun than Bun
Take tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk
music, jump out of Buicks
Nobody or I squeeze on it
I get a crown, I bleed on it

An underground king sippin' my
You know I double my because I triple my beam
You niggas stop with the topics and all this fussin' and
Ain't it clear to your that I would go through a squadron?
I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and
I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, shit was terror-terrific
We killed the and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses
And made the maid do the dishes, now she with 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 with the microphone
Hey, let the rats and the mice know Mike is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the they know
My past is good, I land a rock at my
Before I go, rest in 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 is needed when arguments 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 literally a bad
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka