Luyện nghe bài hát King & Queens

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

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

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

2: Wale]
Never take this shit to heart, I indo to chest
And now a nigga dreams without losing his breath
Though my credits are slept, my the best
Though I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to
We in cool with all of these
I'm through with all of these
You with all of these niggas
You lose all of these (niggas)
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits
Anybody riding with will probably recoup
Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them
Finna be king, but I'm way too to offer as (minion?)
I just offer a to my vehicle, nigga
And (?) shit 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 this you
We all kings, give anything to my queens
I'm lost without them, they around I am Charles Sheen

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

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