Luyện nghe bài hát I'm A King

[Verse T.I.]
Now, wanna be the king of the South
When, ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all statin y'all opinion
But in the and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still on somethin that's into healing
Made for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you
But for fun, I 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a of G's
So, come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the say
And be easy, or else be a long day

T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my
I'm a king - you niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top of all of your magazines
I'm a king - of the body, leader of the team
I'm a - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my out'cha mouth

[Verse Lil Scrappy]
I'm the shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin simpin 'fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my kitchen
You might see me purple in the subdivision
I got soldiers on deck, pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad
with vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa know that
My neck got so shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be
They be hatin cause I'm famous {?} what I was
And for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y'all thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old classic
Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can it

[Verse P$C]
Shorty I'm down the kings, so call me the greatest
Number one hustler, I the street blazin
If the don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins
While y'all cherry pickin hustlers out here
That shit nigga runs deep in my veins
through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout these Benja-maynes
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the
other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so
The South ain't represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor, you be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast in they dimples

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