Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I been a menace to
Since
Since to society
Still refused to a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my hidin' me
But I am anyway
I might be back to slangin' any day
And if this flop
Well I'll
a bomb of heart
Wit' see-Rod and the
whole industry's a faade
Man this real life
Half these rappers don't know what feel like
Man these niggas is all
Not even rappin' on mics
They just get high and say whatever the they feel like
make me feel 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 'cause I said it
And I mean shit
Hey, so special 'bout him
Hey, he ain't all that
I set the city in
Have you that shit?
Hey, these other niggas talkin'
I believe that shit
I'm the king I said it
And I mean that
Hey, what's the big deal him?
He even that shit
I set the city on
Have you seen shit?

It's only five rappers Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The four, you know who you are
But if you think twice
Well you ain't nice
Regardless of your deal
You can't
I'm the best thing left blowin' on the mic
The of the south
Nothin' else suffice
You want to
put yo' budget up
Match the
Me and you putting matches to ice
You won't it
I had a deal
I was still butt
God signed this, like keeping' the promise
The truth
Beenie's first LP
You can do a with N'Sync
And outsell me
I'm a in my own time
A in my own rhymes
A wit' a concubine

Niggas you, a dime a dozen
come and go
So why I'm now
And I ain't never run
choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the
Bet or owe 'em, the hoes
You just keep watchin' the
Pop 'em, 'em drop to the floor
his pockets and go
Put a quarter on his nose
And a glock in his
He can keep his watches and
For his to hold
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the unfolds
They shawty outta control
Got me hot as a
Puttin' holes in yo'
Wettin' up yo'
44's and
A black and a
loose and splackin' your dome
Hoppin' in the Brougham
Known for in yo' door
Wavin' gats in yo'
it out
I'm I ain't hearin' you out
You about
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 down
Y'all gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little deal
Go sell
I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got nigga
What you want to do
y'all niggas
Come see about me if you don't it
King of da God south
Rubberband man in bitch
Uh, oh, oh