Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

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

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

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

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