Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, know
Born and where 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 biggest house on my block, with the drop
For the times I was out here homeless, God
and time 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 dance ass nigga
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a
So clean you think might I been cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When flexin' it's hard to be humble
fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause they might
Kick that flow that you can't get
Try to the world but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck feelings
You be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm talkin' off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep stairs
When you from 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 the South, the swing, the grain
The with the bang, the gold in their mouth

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

Ain't no in the coliseum
This shit here a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if live
Cause out here cutthroat
I've been waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
Everybody wanna see a
Till they see the monster, the monster out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, not be stankin'
He must not know at all
Titans collide on the to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To rain from the tops
Still stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't that shit
This ain't curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off that
Go find a cliff and off that bitch
If you don't that I'm king
I done proved them wrong twice, can't stop my fight
I could your favorite 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 it's my pleasure
Say it one more for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King before me
Slowly crept up and still paid
I the South, the swang, the bang
The and the paint and the blues

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