Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I a menace to society
Since
Since menace to
Still refused to become a legitimate quietly
like my labor hidin' me
But I am anyway
I might be back to grams any day
And if this flop
Well I'll
Wit' a of heart
Wit' see-Rod and the
This whole a faade
Man this real life
Half these rappers don't know what feel like
Man these is all hype
Not even on real mics
They get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' niggas one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these
Hoe pick a

Hey, what these other niggas
I don't believe shit
I'm the king I said it
And I mean shit
Hey, what's so 'bout him
Hey, he ain't all shit
I set the in fire
Have you seen that
Hey, what these niggas talkin'
I believe that shit
I'm the king 'cause I it
And I mean shit
Hey, what's the big deal him?
He even that shit
I set the city on
Have you seen shit?

only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The four, you know who you are
But if you gotta twice
Well you ain't nice
Regardless of your deal
You can't
I'm the best left blowin' breath on the mic
The king of the
Nothin' else will
You to bet?
put yo' budget up
Match the
Me and you putting matches to ice
You won't it
Before I had a
I was still butt
God this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The nigga
Like first LP
You can do a song N'Sync
And couldn't me
I'm a legend in my own
A in my own rhymes
A king a concubine

Niggas like you, a a dozen
come and go
So why I'm now
And I ain't never run
Grab choppers, 'em and blow
Stoppin' the
Bet or owe 'em, the hoes
You just keep the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em to the floor
Fluff his and go
Put a quarter block on his
And a glock in his
He can keep his and gold
For his to hold
She'll be there the hoes
Before the drama
They shawty outta control
Got me hot as a
Puttin' holes in yo'
up yo' polos
44's and
A and a chrome
Lettin' loose and splackin' dome
back in the Brougham
Known for kickin' in yo'
Wavin' in yo' home
it out
I'm sorry I ain't you out
You hearin'
The squad Fe in your heart
Because you know
Was near and to your heart

Hey, my
already know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Squad
For life
on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it pimpin'
I'm stayin'
Y'all niggas gone yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin'
Go records
I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property
you want to do nigga?
Fuck y'all
see about me if you don't like it
King of da God damn
Rubberband man in this
Uh, oh, oh