bing I hate the lyin' king Nobody out there be mislead So nobody out there be mislead Nobody out there be mislead Stop lying y'all Who da lyin' king
Traduction: Neuf. Lyin Roi.
think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods Like Mother goose, who lived in a shoe; Next door to your weak-ass crew. Nine
(I'm King News and I come to you with the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters
wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio Talkin
m signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
wit Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryin to clap at me I got these corny wannabe, diss-song kings on the radio Talkin
signin' wit Jigga I got rappers gettin' mad at me I got these new jack rappers tryna clap at me I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
could get to it, even if I was blind Like a scary movie, they screamin when I rhyme Im a king, you can ask Stephen if im lyin Im a prince, too demanding
wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin [Chorus] [Nelly] Uhh.. uhh, ladies! [Remy Martin] We like, fuck, that; I need a stack And like, forty-nine
and Biggie in the year 2000, all drunk and pissy off whiskey, you can miss me, actin gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin it the O
the weather, Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then
You want this, so MJ kept sayin the rhyme flawless Shit fly like MJ in his prime, "Off The Wall" wit mines I'm grabbin my balls when I rhyme, nine nines