Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, ya'll
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 on my block, foreign with the drop
For the I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell these
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, shit changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's of me pedalin' like a stretcher
So clean you think I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the 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 like "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm 'bout off with they heads
When you put on a mink, creep down stairs
When you come from the
Your feet on the snakes would make clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk the bang, the gold in their mouth

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

Ain't no in the coliseum
This shit here a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if live
Cause everybody out here
been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my was achin'
Everybody wanna see a
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be
He must not know at all
Titans collide on the Zeus to
If not me bitch, who the you gone call?
To rain from the mountain
Still blood 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 talk shit
This ain't your curb, walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off shit
Go find a cliff and off that bitch
If you don't think that I'm
I done proved them like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your favorite
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga 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 before me
Slowly crept up and paid dues
I embody the South, the swang, the
The and the paint and the blues

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