Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I a menace to society
when?
Since menace to
Still refused to become a legitimate citizen
like my labor hidin' me
But here I am
I might be back to slangin' any day
And if this record
Well be--back
Wit' a bomb of
Wit' see-Rod and the
This whole industry's a
Man this real life
Half these rappers know what sacrifice feel like
Man these niggas is all
Not even on real mics
They just get high and say whatever the fuck feel like
They make me feel like bustin' these niggas one at a
And I'm still outbustin' niggas
Hoe a rhyme

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

It's only five rappers Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The other four, you who you are
But if you gotta think
shawty you ain't nice
Regardless of publishing deal
You write
I'm the best thing left blowin' on the mic
The king of the
Nothin' will suffice
You want to
Well put yo' up
the price
Me and you like putting to ice
You won't it
I had a deal
I was still butt
God signed this, keeping' the Lord's promise
The truth
Beenie's first LP
You can do a song N'Sync
And outsell me
I'm a in my own time
A prophet in my own
A wit' a concubine

Niggas like you, a dime a
They and go
So why I'm now
And I ain't never run
Grab choppers, 'em and blow
Stoppin' the
Bet or owe 'em, the hoes
You just watchin' the door
Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the
his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his
And a in his clothes
He can keep his and gold
For his momma to
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the unfolds
They shawty outta control
Got me hot as a
holes in yo' Girbaud
Wettin' up yo'
and Callico's
A black and a
Lettin' loose and splackin' dome
Hoppin' back in the
Known for in yo' door
gats 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 life
Sanchez on the beat, dig man
keep it always pimpin'
I'm stayin'
niggas gone send yo' demos in
Get cha motherfuckin' deal
Go records
I got houses, I got blow, I got dro
Nigga I got hoes, I got property nigga
What you to do nigga?
Fuck y'all
Come see me if you don't like it
of da God damn south
Rubberband man in bitch
Uh, oh, oh