Luyện nghe bài hát King & Queens

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

[Verse 1:
Uh, ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim
My floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless
5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like
Monumental (?), like Egyptians
God my soul, need it, can't let it go
I know you get lonely I ain't home, on the road
I know I perfect, I'm out here working for the throne
I would take you along, but then that college you'll owe
Young girls in cheap dresses, impress us
they all different, but I don't show them no effort
Underestimated that (?), then I
Had to make investments, honey colored it
I'm it, cross-sign baptism West shit
Shit on with an opinion, you dead wrong
Go against a bull head-on
I'm too strong, eight sticking to a bomb
stance, ready 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 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

[Verse 2:
Never take shit to heart, I take indo to chest
And now a nigga dreams without losing his breath
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the
I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to death
We in with all of these niggas
I'm with all of these niggas
You with all of these niggas
You like all of these (niggas)
Honest, sincere, seersuckers, lying 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 guillotine to my vehicle,
And (?) shit to these people's opinions
I'm a king to these niggas, a queen, f-ck the b! tches
MMG, Y-M-C-M, B we run this you dig?
We all kings, give anything to my queens
I'm lost without them, when they I am Charles Sheen

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

[Verse 3:
You're in the presence of a majestic,
Message from the most king, worldwide respected
I can say ghettoest cause I come from metal spit
Praying to God I can and slip out the Devil's grip
Won't pop another pill, can't another sip
Tryna slow down 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, where murdered (?)
That's the same block Metta World Peace to play ball
See I'm born alone, die alone, from the to the private home
College to prison, understand it, knowledge and
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, anything
Escobar season begins, so let the ring
Pimp of the year, I smack your father
Not only my hand, but with a black revolver
I been in pressed silk breast milk
Mets cap on tilt, we some kings,