Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

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

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

It's only five rappers outta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The four, you know who you are
But if you gotta think
Well you ain't nice
Regardless of your deal
You write
I'm the best thing left blowin' on the mic
The of the south
Nothin' will suffice
You to bet?
Well put yo' up
the price
Me and you putting matches to ice
You won't it
I had a deal
I was butt naked
God this, like keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth
Beenie's first LP
You can do a song N'Sync
And couldn't me
I'm a legend in my own
A in my own rhymes
A wit' a concubine

Niggas like you, a a dozen
They and go
So why I'm now
And I never run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and
Stoppin' the
Bet or owe 'em, the hoes
You just keep watchin' the
Pop 'em, watch 'em to the floor
Fluff his and go
Put a quarter block on his
And a glock in his
He can his watches and gold
For his to hold
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the drama
They know shawty outta
Got me hot as a
holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo'
44's and
A black and a
Lettin' loose and your dome
Hoppin' in the Brougham
Known for kickin' in yo'
Wavin' gats in yo'
it out
I'm sorry I hearin' you out
You hearin'
The squad pumpin' Fe in heart
you know sacrifice
Was and dear to your heart

Hey, my
Y'all know what it is
T-I-P, Hustle, Pimp Squad
For nigga
on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it always
I'm stayin'
Y'all gone send yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin'
Go sell
I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, I got property nigga
What you want to do
Fuck y'all
see about me if you don't like it
King of da God south
man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh