Luyện nghe bài hát Another Dollar

AKA John
AKA Mickens
AKA Mickens

I'm the king I floss rings, the new John
Uhh, I'm rich and keep the haters bitchin'
From New York to Richmond, my is sickenin'
Ice drips, frost bits, so
I got to this mackin' game, baby
Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' is shady
Maybe, they sex young and whips

But I got Lesbo ridin' stick-shifts
For no chips, I'm four to eight lips
Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, and chips, sick
Mr.Smith, the rarest
Separate the dimes from 'hoes chronic seeds
Miraculous lyrical
Practice this, bein' actresses
On mattresses with legs up in the air
Splash the crisp John Micks, a

day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla

My fortune five hundred is fully
Joints I pumps, my pockets the mumps
I'm the glossiest and the
Feel the of this lyrical arsonist
Hotter than a with Rottweillers
Chicks in with they thong sittin' proper
The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap
The stopper if you playas don't flow proper

I'm the jiggliest, bitch, the wittiest
Wonderin' why cats on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you cats fall
Ten mill, ten upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond
Super calla never mind the
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote

Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, dolla
day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, dolla

I'm the M C that you to be
Competition is dead, 'coz none of all live as me
moody, I keep it raw, baby
So all the good fella Scorsese
So iced up, they call me Everest
The get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort Green to
I keep ya head like dope is in your vein

to the king Cajone Jing a ling
I buy ya clicks with one Pinkie ring
Gotta be above to grow Cabbage
I wreack Havoc, do
Don't have it up to par
You, get ya black ass looped Mardi Grass
Chick too hittin' me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie

day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha
Anutha day, dolla
Anutha day, dolla

Man hard bein' the king, baby
But someone's do it, haha