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

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the rebel flag hang the slaves
Grew up ya'll niggas won't go
Rep that, rep that shit I own it
I did it big for my fam and my
I got the biggest house on my block, foreign the drop
For the times I was out homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to these niggas
Yo I say to these niggas?
on tap dance, do whatever for a sack
Give a lap dance ass nigga
B bop coke up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me like a stretcher
So clean you might I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
Talkin' fourth down, can't the ball to Def Jam
Cause they fumble
Kick that south flow that you 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 with heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep stairs
When you come the country
Your feet on the snakes would will make out of bails
I ain't playin' no
I leave the future, you follow these lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the gold in mouth

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

Ain't no love in the
shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if they
Cause everybody out here
been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my was rumblin', my belly was achin'
Everybody wanna see a
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
Titans collide on the Zeus to
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To rain from the tops
blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't that shit
ain't your curb, don't walk that bitch
This your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a and jump off that bitch
If you don't that I'm king
I done proved them wrong like twice, can't my fight
I could murder your favorite
And all I get is "No way a nigga really that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em
I said it six times it's my pleasure
Say it one more time for for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that me
Slowly crept up and still dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The soul and the and the blues

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