Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the rebel flag 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 house on my block, foreign the drop
For the times I was out here homeless, God
Time and again I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to these
Re-rock on tap dance, do for a sack
Give a lap bitch ass nigga
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, shit changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's of me pedalin' like a stretcher
So you think might I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
When you're flexin' hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south that you can't get
Try to the world but my dick won't fit
My bitch "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm 'bout off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
When you from the country
Your feet on the snakes would will clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no
I with the future, you follow 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 under city lights
up on the country side 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, of the south
Grew up on the country side of

Ain't no love in the
This shit here been a
what you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here
been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my was rumblin', my belly was achin'
wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, not be stankin'
He not know better at all
Titans on the Zeus to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To from the mountain tops
Still blood on the leaves
I don't do it for the spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country that can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, don't that bitch
This ain't porch, so keep off that shit
Go a cliff and jump off that bitch
If you think that I'm king
I proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em
I said it six times cause it's my
Say it one more for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that me
Slowly crept up and 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' under lights
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 country of town