Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised the rebel flag 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 house on my block, foreign with the drop
For the times I was out homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell niggas
Yo I say to these niggas?
Re-rock on tap dance, do for a sack
Give a lap dance bitch ass
B bop coke up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit
in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a stretcher
So clean you think might I been cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
fourth 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 dick fit
My like "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, claim that shit"
I'm 'bout off with they heads
you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
When you come the country
Your feet on the snakes would will make out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk the bang, the gold in their mouth

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

no love in the coliseum
This shit been a bloodsport
what you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here
I've quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I what 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 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 talk shit
This ain't your curb, don't walk that
This ain't your porch, so keep off shit
Go find a and jump off that bitch
If you don't think I'm king
I done proved them 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, em, fuck em
I said it six times cause my pleasure
Say it one more time for just for measure, fuck em
by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and paid 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, of the south, king of the south
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country of town