Luyện nghe bài hát King Of The South

Grew up on the country side of
Now I'm under city lights
Grew up on the country of town
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 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 I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time I tried to tell these niggas
Yo I say to these niggas?
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
Give a lap dance bitch ass
B bop flow up
25 on my dresser, ain't shit changed
Rollin' in the image of me pedalin' like a stretcher
So clean you think might I selling cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
Talkin' down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south flow that you get
Try to fuck the world but my won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck they
You wanna be king, claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep down
When you come the country
Your feet on the would will make clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I the South, the swing, the grain
The trunk with the bang, the in their mouth

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

Ain't no in the coliseum
This shit been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if live
Cause everybody out cutthroat
been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
Everybody wanna see a
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this 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 from the mountain tops
Still blood on the leaves
I don't do it for the spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't that shit
This ain't your curb, don't walk bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off that
Go find a cliff and off that bitch
If you don't think that I'm
I done proved them wrong like twice, can't my fight
I could murder your rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi really that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em, fuck em, fuck em
I said it six times cause my pleasure
Say it one time for just for good measure, fuck em
by the King that before me
Slowly up and still paid dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The soul and the paint and the

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