Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised where the flag hang from the slaves
Grew up ya'll niggas won't go
Rep that, rep that 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 again I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to niggas?
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
a lap dance bitch ass nigga
B bop coke up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's of me pedalin' like a stretcher
So clean you think might I selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
When you're flexin' hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the to Def Jam
they might fumble
Kick that flow that you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my dick fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck feelings
You wanna be king, gotta that shit"
I'm talkin' off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep down
When you come from the
Your on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails
I ain't no games
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I the South, the swing, the grain
The trunk with the bang, the gold in mouth

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

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

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
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