Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
King Los

Born A King

 

Born A King


Everything I do is king shit
HotNewHipHop
Los

Came in the game unclaimed by a DJ
Mind of a hustler, I was trained in the PJ's
My niggas untamed put that pot over the flame
Whip it, flip it to a range
Switch lanes on the freeway
Lambo, man I want that Lambo, drop top
Stepping on you squares I gotcha number, hopscotch
My block spot you squares roll up on your crew tonight
Fuck your circle, we make squares roll like we shooting dice
We too precise when we get to clapping them gauges
You will never leave here like that shit that happens in Vegas
I get to swaggin on haters, grippin asses in flavors
If these niggas getting chips, than my shit's a sack of potatoes
I'm steady by myself
Everybody wanna be one nigga
But one nigga wanna be everybody else
But fuck em
Prison guards couldn't move these bars
I'm so hot, set me on fire, it'll cool me off
Truly dog, my bitch bad and my ride clean
I mean clearly I ball, Visine
Your rhyme schemes weak and you lack structure
I'm out in SoHo, rare polo, black chuckers
Gold chains, watches range the whole 9
Boy they call me mop and glow the way my flow shine
Whole time I been studying the puns
The Cannabis', the Nas', Jay-Z's, the Run's
The Biggie's, the Pac's, the firm with Fox
The old school Puff Daddy's, the Twista's, The LOX
The Busta's, the Big L's, the Big Daddy Kane
Slick Rick, the eyepatch, the big nasty chain
All the to the LL's even to the Eminem's
Back when Junior Mafia had littles C's and Kim and them
I remember when rap was real, now it lack heart
I'm talking bout the Kanye's, the Common's, the Black Thoughts
Get rich or die trying, nigga that's the plan
But even 50 Cent was grindin, bumpin Method Man
Cash rules everything around me (C.R.E.A.M.), blast tools
Down to my last, make rounds till past dues
Even do Wiz, he like a cool little Hendrix
From Q to 112, to School Boy and Kendrick
From Wale Folarin, to Wyclef and Lauren
Had a Walter Payton flow, I was side stepping on em
I got a skill set, you can't acquire these
I done slept in a slaughter house with the Kweli's
And I go hard with it too
I leave the new school and learn to spar with the Wu
The Rakim, the Kool G Rap's, you know The Blueprint
Stomp a nigga out and leave KRS shoeprint
Fuck that shit, new bent, rolling on some 20′s
Cause these ratchet bitches love to hear me talk about this money
How I'm dogging out these hunnies
Louis, Gucci, Fendi
If they ain't trapping or banging
Man these dudes is getting trendy
I'm the nicest on the scene, flow priceless and it's mean
Bars dirty like I'm doing life on Rikers with the fiends
Every fiber of my being, every organ inside my entire body
Probably from my mind to my spleen
Is in line with my dream, inclined and it's keen
To define what I mean, it's divine like a beam
When it shine and it gleam
From your time at the bottom to the climb that it bring
I was designed as a king

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?