Luyện nghe bài hát King Boss

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

Go rock your chain,
that champagne, boss
Keep paid, boss
Do whatcha

As I'm poppin' my collar, on black antique Impala
She ain't speak 'cause my speakers let her know
I'm ballin'
They call me the Boss, I be callin' the
Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin' a lot

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

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

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

Go rock chain, boss
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

I'm big, I'm hopin' lanes
My thang got these chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap on the bezzle
Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and kiss me

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

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

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

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

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

Before the rock got whipped and pistol got ripped
you got any chips, you got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, my competition
so sharp, so dark, so vivid

26's on the old school, Pro Tools
Got the old school *** actin' new sweatin'
Brand new chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
for the walk, dude, fore' they win him on the stage

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

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

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