Luyện nghe bài hát King & Queens

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

1: Tyga]
Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with
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 lonely when I ain't home, on the
I know I perfect, I'm out here working for the throne
I would take you along, but then college loan you'll owe
girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us
Saying all different, but I don't show them no effort
that (?), then I tested
Had to make investments, honey colored it
I'm blessed it, cross-sign West shit
Shit on anybody an opinion, you dead wrong
Go against a 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, sometimes I get
say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door

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

[Verse 2:
Never take this shit to heart, I take to chest
And now a nigga dreams without losing his breath
my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Though I do to be heard, I'mma do it to death
We in with all of these niggas
I'm through with all of niggas
You fool all of these niggas
You lose like all of (niggas)
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits
Anybody riding with young'in will probably
Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed them lyrics
be king, but I'm way too proud 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 soft
I'm lost without them, when they I am Charles Sheen

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

[Verse 3:
in the presence of a majestic, esoteric
Message from the most king, worldwide respected
I can say ghettoest cause I come from where metal
Praying to God I can and slip out the Devil's grip
Won't pop another pill, can't drink 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, it, I need another hit
At night, where murdered (?)
That's the same block Metta World learned to play ball
See I'm alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home
College to prison, understand it, and wisdom
Shout out to baby of niggas who gangbang
Cause he die any day and you still the same thing
So that make you a queen, surviving
Escobar season begins, so let the semis
of the year, I could smack your father
Not only with my hand, but a black revolver
I been in silk since breast milk
Mets cap on tilt, we some kings,