Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I been a menace to
when?
Since to society
Still refused to 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
Well I'll
Wit' a of heart
see-Rod and the squad
This whole a faade
Man this real life
Half these rappers don't what sacrifice feel like
Man these is all hype
Not even rappin' on real
They just get high and say whatever the fuck they like
They make me feel like bustin' niggas one at a time
And I'm still outbustin' niggas
Hoe a rhyme

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

It's only five rappers outta 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 publishing deal
You can't
I'm the thing left blowin' breath on the mic
The king of the
Nothin' else suffice
You to bet?
Well put yo' up
the price
Me and you like matches to ice
You make it
I had a deal
I was still butt
God signed this, like the Lord's promise
The truth
Like Beenie's LP
You can do a song with
And couldn't me
I'm a in my own time
A in my own rhymes
A wit' a concubine

Niggas like you, a a dozen
come and go
So why I'm now
And I ain't run before
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 block on his
And a in his clothes
He can keep his and gold
For his momma to
She'll be buyin' the hoes
Before the drama
They know shawty control
Got me hot as a
holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo'
44's and
A and a chrome
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 hearin'
The squad pumpin' Fe in your
you know sacrifice
Was near and to your heart

Hey, my
Y'all know what it is
T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp
For life
on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it pimpin'
I'm stayin'
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, I got property nigga
you want to do nigga?
Fuck niggas
Come see me if you don't like it
King of da God damn
Rubberband man in bitch
Uh, oh, oh