Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, know
Born and where the rebel flag hang from the slaves
Grew up where ya'll won't go
Rep that, rep shit like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my
I got the biggest 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 clean you think might I been cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
Talkin' down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause they fumble
Kick south flow that you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck feelings
You be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep stairs
you come from the country
Your feet on the snakes will make clothes out of bails
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 gold in mouth

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

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

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