Luyện nghe bài hát Most Kingz

Young Hov in the
so necessary
Green in the house
So
Why ya on me,
Is necessary?

You know you've become a
Because you're the biggest target out

When on the court, they're coming for you
When the opposing player into that arena
They're thinkin of you
You're, you're like a to them
They're "if I'm better than this guy,
The turns on me"
So, you know you're a superstar you're a marked man
And coming for you

The, the, the
They wanna be the, the, the
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the (king)

Uh
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on
Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm
Build me up, break me down to build me up
They "Hov we need you back so we can kill your ass again"
Hov got though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close
How I'm to win? They got me fighting ghosts

kingz get their heads cut off

With the same sword knight you they gon' good night you with
Shit, thats' only half if they you
That aint the half what they might do
Don't believe me, ask

See Martin, see
See Biggy, see Pac
See and its outcome
See Jesus, see
See Caesar, see
See success is suicide

Suicide, it's a
you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggas sue you, you
Every you take, they remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Brown
To be Bobby then, you be Bobby now
Now the question is, "Is to had and lost
Better than not at all?"
dawg,

Most kingz get their cut off
Keep on climbing you reach the top
Keep on coming if they or not
Most kingz get their cut off

The, the, the
wanna be the, the, the king
They be

wanna be the King then shots ring
You laying on balcony with holes in your dream
Or you X'd out, get distracted by screams
get your hand off my jeans
Er'body at you strange, say you changed
Like you that hard to stay the same
Uh
Game stays the same, the name
So it's for those to not overdose on being famous
Most kings get driven so
That try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did
So
No
Invited to the sanctum of your chambers
Low chain 'em as the enemies
So your draw bridge and drown them in the moat
And the spirit I'm
There's kings who've been
From shots from who was most close to them

They stop until you ghost to 'em
But kings don't die
They become martyrs, let's to 'em
Arthur, put a robe to him
Like James Brown know the show aint
Until rows in
To the it's over, though
To my subjects it's over, hoe
Long the king
No, the rain stop
They want my on the chopping block
I die, nah

Most get their heads cut off
on climbing 'till you reach the top
Keep on coming if they or not
Most get their heads cut off
Keep on coming if they're or not

Long live the
No, the wont stop

Long the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the
Long the, the, the king
wanna be the, the, the king

Most kings get their cut off
Keep on 'till you reach the top
Keep on coming if ready or not