Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I been a to society
Since
Since to society
Still to become a legitimate citizen quietly
like my labor hidin' me
But here I am
I might be back to slangin' any day
And if record flop
Well I'll
Wit' a of heart
see-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a
Man this ain't real
these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggas is all
Not rappin' on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel
They make me like bustin' these niggas one at a time
And I'm outbustin' these niggas
Hoe a rhyme

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

It's only rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you who you are
But if you think twice
Well shawty you ain't
Regardless of publishing deal
You write
I'm the best thing blowin' breath on the mic
The of the south
Nothin' else suffice
You to bet?
put yo' budget up
Match the
Me and you like putting to ice
You make it
Before I had a
I was still butt
God this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth
Like first LP
You can do a song N'Sync
And couldn't me
I'm a legend in my own
A prophet in my own
A wit' a concubine

Niggas like you, a a dozen
come and go
So why I'm now
And I ain't run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and
the show
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the
You just keep watchin' the
Pop 'em, 'em drop to the floor
his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his
And a in his clothes
He can keep his and gold
For his momma to
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the unfolds
They know outta control
Got me hot as a
Puttin' in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo'
44's and
A and a chrome
Lettin' loose and your dome
Hoppin' back in the
Known for kickin' in yo'
Wavin' in yo' home
it out
I'm I ain't hearin' you out
You hearin'
The squad pumpin' Fe in your
you know sacrifice
Was near and to your heart

Hey, my
Y'all already what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp
For life
on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always
I'm stayin'
Y'all niggas gone send yo' 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
Come see me if you don't like it
of da God damn south
Rubberband man in this
Uh, oh, oh