Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

Grew up on the country of town
Now I'm ballin' under lights
Grew up on the country side of
Now I'm ballin' under city
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
King of the south, of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country side of

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, know
Born and where the rebel flag hang from the slaves
Grew up where niggas won't go
Rep that, rep that like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my
I got the house on my block, foreign with the drop
For the I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell these
Yo what I say to these
Re-rock on tap dance, do for a sack
Give a lap dance ass nigga
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, shit changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a
So you think might I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
When you're it's hard to be humble
Talkin' down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
they might fumble
Kick that south flow you can't get
Try to fuck the but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck feelings
You be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm 'bout off with they heads
When you put on a mink, creep down stairs
When you from the country
Your feet on the snakes would will make clothes out of
I ain't playin' no
I leave with the future, you these lames
I the South, the swing, the grain
The trunk with the bang, the in their mouth

Grew up on the country of town
Now I'm ballin' city lights
Grew up on the country of town
Now I'm ballin' city lights
King of the south, of the south, king of the south
King of the south, king of the south, of the south
Grew up on the side of town

no love in the coliseum
This here been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if live
Cause out here cutthroat
I've been quietly
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my was achin'
Everybody see a monster
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be
He must not know at all
collide on the Zeus to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To rain from the mountain
Still blood on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, don't walk that
ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a cliff and jump off bitch
If you don't that I'm king
I done them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could your favorite rapper
And all I get is "No way a nigga really that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em, fuck em, fuck em
I said it six times cause my pleasure
Say it one time for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King before me
crept up and still paid dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The and the paint and the blues

Grew up on the country of town
Now I'm ballin' city lights
Grew up on the country of town
Now I'm ballin' under city
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
King of the south, king of the south, king of the
Grew up on the country side of