Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

Grew up on the side of town
Now I'm under city lights
Grew up on the country of town
Now I'm ballin' under city
King of the south, king of the south, of the south
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 where the rebel flag hang from the slaves
Grew up ya'll niggas 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, with the drop
For the I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I to tell these 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 changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me like a stretcher
So clean you think I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
When flexin' it's hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south that you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, they feelings
You be king, gotta claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep stairs
When you come the country
Your feet on the snakes would make clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no
I leave the future, you follow these lames
I the South, the swing, the grain
The with the bang, the gold in their mouth

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

Ain't no love in the
This here been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if live
Cause out here cutthroat
I've 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 what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He must not know at all
Titans collide on the Zeus to
If not me bitch, who the you gone call?
To rain the mountain 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 can't talk that shit
ain't your curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a cliff and off that bitch
If you don't that I'm king
I done proved them like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder favorite 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 it's my
Say it one more for just for good 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 and the blues

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