Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I been a to society
when?
Since to society
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen
Felt like my hidin' me
But here I am
I might be back to grams any day
And if this flop
Well I'll
a bomb of heart
Wit' see-Rod and the
This whole a faade
Man this ain't real
Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice like
Man these is all hype
Not rappin' on real mics
They just get and say whatever the fuck they feel like
make me feel like bustin' these niggas one at a time
And I'm still these niggas
Hoe pick a

Hey, what these other niggas
I believe that 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 that shit?
Hey, what these other talkin'
I don't believe shit
I'm the 'cause I said it
And I that shit
Hey, what's the big about him?
He even that shit
I set the city on
you seen that shit?

It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you who you are
But if you gotta twice
Well you ain't nice
Regardless of your deal
You can't
I'm the best thing blowin' breath 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 make it
Before I had a
I was still naked
God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's
The truth
Like first LP
You can do a with N'Sync
And couldn't me
I'm a in my own time
A in my own rhymes
A wit' a concubine

Niggas you, a dime a dozen
They 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 keep watchin' the door
Pop 'em, 'em drop to the floor
Fluff his and go
Put a quarter on his nose
And a in his clothes
He can keep his watches and
For his momma to
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the unfolds
They know shawty outta
Got me hot as a
Puttin' in yo' Girbaud
up yo' polos
44's and
A black and a
Lettin' loose and splackin' dome
Hoppin' back in the
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 dear to heart

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