Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised where the rebel hang from the slaves
Grew up where ya'll 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 I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to these
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
Give a lap bitch ass nigga
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit
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 to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south flow that you get
Try to fuck the but my dick won't fit
My bitch "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
When you come from the
Your feet on the snakes would will clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The with the bang, the gold in their mouth

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

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

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