Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I a menace to society
when?
Since menace to
Still refused to a legitimate citizen quietly
Felt like my labor me
But I am anyway
I might be back to grams any day
And if this record
Well be--back
Wit' a bomb of
see-Rod and the squad
This whole industry's a
Man this ain't real
Half these rappers don't know what feel like
Man niggas is all hype
Not even on real mics
They get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like
They make me like bustin' these niggas one at a time
And I'm outbustin' these niggas
Hoe pick a

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

It's only five outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you who you are
But if you gotta twice
Well shawty you nice
Regardless of your publishing
You write
I'm the thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The of the south
Nothin' else will
You to bet?
put yo' budget up
Match the
Me and you putting matches to ice
You make it
I had a deal
I was still naked
God signed this, like keeping' the promise
The nigga
Like Beenie's LP
You can do a song with
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
choppers, cock 'em and blow
Stoppin' the
Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the
You just keep the door
Pop 'em, 'em drop to the floor
his pockets and go
Put a quarter on his nose
And a in his clothes
He can keep his and gold
For his momma to
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama
know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a
Puttin' holes in yo'
Wettin' up yo'
and Callico's
A black and a
Lettin' and splackin' your dome
Hoppin' back in the
for kickin' in yo' door
Wavin' in yo' home
it out
I'm sorry I ain't you out
You about
The pumpin' Fe in your heart
Because you sacrifice
Was near and to your heart

Hey, my
Y'all already what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Squad
For nigga
on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always
I'm down
niggas gone send 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 nigga
What you to do nigga?
Fuck niggas
Come see me if you don't like it
of da God damn south
Rubberband man in bitch
Uh, oh, oh