Luyện nghe bài hát King & Queens

We all one day we kings and queens
We all one day we kings and queens
My made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we just young, the dream

1: Tyga]
Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, sit with denim
My marble floors are killing, cars are so relentless
5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like
Monumental (?), like Egyptians
God cover my soul, it, can't let it go
I know you get lonely when I home, on the road
I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here working for the
I would you along, but then that college loan you'll owe
Young girls in cheap dresses, impress us
Saying they all different, but I don't show them no
Underestimated that (?), I tested
Had to investments, honey colored dressed it
I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West
Shit on with an opinion, you dead wrong
Go a bull nigga head-on
I'm too strong, eight sticking to a bomb
Army stance, for war
We use a Andy Warhol to paint the
Apologizing for my actions, I get bored
say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door

[Hook: x2]
We all dream one day we and queens
We all one day we be kings and queens
My made it, we just young, living the dream
My made it, we just young, living the dream

[Verse 2:
Never take shit to heart, I take indo to chest
And now a nigga chasing without losing his breath
my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Though I do this to be heard, do it to death
We in cool all of these niggas
I'm through with all of these
You fool with all of niggas
You like all of these (niggas)
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits
riding with young'in will probably recoup
Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm with them lyrics
be king, but I'm way too proud to offer as (minion?)
I just offer a to my vehicle, nigga
And don't (?) to these people's opinions
I'm a king to niggas, love a queen, f-ck the b! tches
MMG, Y-M-C-M, B 'cause we run you dig?
We all kings, give anything to my soft
I'm lost without them, they around I am Charles Sheen

x2]
We all dream one day we kings and
We all dream one day we be kings and
My nigga it, we just young, living the dream
My made it, we just young, living the dream

3: Nas]
You're in the of a majestic, esoteric
Message from the ghettoest king, worldwide respected
I can say ghettoest cause I from where metal spit
Praying to God I can and slip out the Devil's grip
Won't pop another pill, can't another sip
slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this shit
I seem to love whips, a white
Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I another hit
At night, they murdered (?)
That's the same Metta World Peace learned to play ball
See I'm born alone, die alone, from the to the private home
to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom
Shout out to baby of niggas who gangbang
Cause he could die any day and you still the same
So that make you a queen, surviving
season begins, so let the semis ring
Pimp of the year, I could smack father
Not only my hand, but with a black revolver
I been in pressed silk breast milk
Mets cap on tilt, we some kings,