Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

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

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the rebel flag hang the slaves
Grew up where niggas won't go
Rep that, rep that shit 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 times I was out here homeless, God
Time and time again I tried to tell these
Yo what I say to niggas?
on tap dance, do whatever for a sack
Give a lap bitch 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 might I been selling cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
Talkin' fourth down, can't the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
that south flow that you can't get
Try to fuck the but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck they
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
When you come from the
feet on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the gold in their

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

Ain't no love in the
shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, if they live
everybody out here cutthroat
I've been quietly
Deep in my dungeon, my was rumblin', my belly was achin'
wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be
He must not better at all
Titans collide on the to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To from the mountain tops
blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country that can't talk that shit
This your curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off that
Go find a and jump off that bitch
If you don't think that I'm
I done them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could your favorite rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I said it six times it's my pleasure
Say it one time 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 paint and the

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