Luyện nghe bài hát King Of Da South

I a menace to society
Since
Since to society
Still refused to become a citizen quietly
Felt like my hidin' me
But here I am
I be back to slangin' grams any day
And if this record
I'll be--back
Wit' a bomb of
Wit' see-Rod and the
This whole a faade
Man ain't real life
Half rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like
Man these 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 still outbustin' niggas
Hoe pick a

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

It's only five outta Atlanta who bustin'
And I'm one of 'em
The four, you know who you are
But if you think twice
Well you ain't nice
of your publishing deal
You write
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 like matches to ice
You won't it
Before I had a
I was still naked
God signed this, like the Lord's promise
The nigga
Like first 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 you, a dime a dozen
come and go
So why I'm now
And I ain't run before
Grab choppers, cock 'em and
the show
Bet or owe 'em, the hoes
You just keep watchin' the
Pop 'em, 'em drop to the floor
his pockets and go
Put a quarter block on his
And a in his clothes
He can keep his watches and
For his momma to
be there buyin' the hoes
Before the unfolds
know shawty outta control
Got me hot as a
Puttin' holes in yo'
up yo' polos
44's and
A black and a
Lettin' and splackin' your dome
back in the Brougham
Known for in yo' door
Wavin' gats in yo'
it out
I'm sorry I hearin' you out
You about
The squad pumpin' Fe in heart
Because you sacrifice
Was near and to your heart

Hey, my
Y'all already know it is
T-I-P, Hustle, Pimp Squad
For life
on the beat, dig this man
I'ma keep it pimpin'
I'm down
Y'all niggas gone yo' demos in
Get cha little motherfuckin'
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
King of da God damn
man in this bitch
Uh, oh, oh