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 I got it, I don't give a fuck about it
It's outlandish, I take for granted what God
My countertop granite, my is outstanding
I'm standing inside of it
Feelin' 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, and camo
They me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
Then go and a chick up, bone 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
Let's get it goin', got a in the closet
I'm sure she enjoyin', I verses in return for it
A is borin', for you to be informed
I'm a chore and my circle change more than a coin
Once the kill has begun, you
I'm the illest, the realest is C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm definitely 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 niggas' regimes
So has it I'm an underground king

From underground, a one, I don't 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 mil' in my bank, I'm more real you tHink
Buy a bitcH some High Heels, a small 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 brougHt tHe guns
And gang tats
And wHen I tHis Had every H capped
You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I 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 million tHrougH a text, I'm a real
From Heaven to the lowest of
Spit every bar for the
My wardrobe to trouble: orange rags
Hats, even be witH my stunt double
My life is either jail or oxy in my
You lookin' pale and so gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, it's 3 options
I'm second to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun 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 or I squeeze on it
I get a crown, I bleed on it

An underground sippin' my lean
You know I double my profit because I triple my
You niggas with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your that I would go through a squadron?
Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got and sadistic
I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, 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 assume my
In the place, a king, on the throne is where I'm
Yeah, the iron throne is with the metal microphone
Hey, let the rats and the mice know Mike is home
Cause is iller than all the killas they know
My past is good, I 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
every 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 your bitch, I got head, she got stilettos
I'm literally a bad mothafucka
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka