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 country side of
Now I'm ballin' under city
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

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

Grew up on the side of town
Now I'm ballin' under lights
Grew up on the country side of
Now I'm ballin' under 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 been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, if they live
Cause everybody out cutthroat
I've been waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my was rumblin', my belly was achin'
wanna see a monster
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He not know better at all
Titans on the Zeus to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To rain the mountain tops
Still blood on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog comment box, I do it for the OGs
And country folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, walk that bitch
ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a and jump off that bitch
If you think that I'm king
I done proved wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I murder 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 cause it's my pleasure
Say it one more time for just for good measure, em
Raised by the King that me
crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang, the
The and the paint and the blues

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