Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I a menace to society
when?
Since to society
refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my hidin' me
But here I am
I might be back to grams any day
And if record flop
I'll be--back
Wit' a bomb of
see-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a
Man this ain't real
Half these rappers know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggas is all
Not even rappin' on real
They just get high and say the fuck they feel like
They make me feel like bustin' niggas one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' these
Hoe a rhyme

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

only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you who you are
But if you think twice
Well you ain't nice
Regardless of your deal
You write
I'm the best thing left breath on the mic
The king of the
else will suffice
You to bet?
put yo' budget up
Match the
Me and you like putting to ice
You make it
I had a deal
I was still naked
God signed this, keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth
Like Beenie's LP
You can do a song with
And outsell me
I'm a legend in my own
A in my own rhymes
A king wit' a

Niggas like you, a a dozen
They and go
So why I'm now
And I never run before
choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the
Bet or owe 'em, the hoes
You just keep watchin' the
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the
his pockets and go
Put a block on his nose
And a glock in his
He can keep his watches and
For his momma to
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama
They know shawty control
Got me hot as a
Puttin' in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo'
and Callico's
A black and a
Lettin' loose and splackin' your
Hoppin' in the Brougham
Known for in yo' door
gats in yo' home
it out
I'm sorry I ain't you out
You hearin'
The squad pumpin' Fe in your
Because you sacrifice
Was near and to your heart

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