Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

Run how you want,
Chill how you want,
how you want, boss
Do whatcha

Go rock chain, boss
Pour champagne, boss
gettin' paid, boss
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As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black Impala
She ain't speak 'cause my speakers let her know
That I'm
They me the Boss, I be callin' the shots
It's Ricky Ross, boy be ballin' a lot

boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rims
Not the flats but the fish 'cause they just
New York to the West, you a if you fresh
your shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on your two

Stuntin' is boss, is boss
Grandaddy kush or the purp, diamonds is boss
dime a boss, she fine as a house
And she a Porche, she designed for a boss

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do like

Go rock your chain,
Pour that champagne,
Keep gettin' paid,
Do whatcha

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
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I'm ridin' big, I'm lanes
My Chevy got these chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap dancin' on the
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and kiss me

Oh, no, of my chain
'Cause of my bling like a peacock on my ring
I'm a boss, I'm a spend it, I'm a floss
I'm a winner, you the loss, all ***
Sprinkle 'cause I'm the pepper in the sauce

Whatcha feel, like, whatcha want, what's your type?
I done seen it, done it twice, it up the same night
'Cause I'm a boss, it's Ross
If you buy, if you it, *** the cost
a boss, You a boss

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do whatcha

Go your chain, boss
Pour champagne, boss
gettin' paid, boss
Do like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha

Before the rock got whipped and they got ripped
Before you got any chips, you got permission from the
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my
Composition so sharp, so dark, so

26's on the old school, Pro session
Got the old school *** brand new sweatin'
new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk, dude, fore' win him on the stage

Two a day, super pay, stupid *** a model
Triple C, a hundred and everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp, of work, no leachin'
50 last weekend, if you lookin' for a reason
I'm the

Run how you want,
how you want, boss
Floss how you want,
Do whatcha

Go rock your chain,
that champagne, boss
Keep gettin' paid,
Do like

Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha
Ross, la la, Ross, la la, Ross, la la
Do whatcha

That's all Ross, them boys in the streets
See them paints, Dade County
town, livin' the city brown
Carol City, Oba
The whole thrill five of my yayo, I see ya,
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