Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised where the rebel flag hang from the
Grew up where ya'll niggas 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 times I was out homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell these
Yo what I say to these
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
a lap dance bitch ass nigga
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, shit changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me like a stretcher
So you think might I been selling cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're it's hard to be humble
fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause they fumble
Kick that south flow that you get
Try to fuck the world but my won't fit
My bitch "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with they
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
When you come from the
Your feet on the snakes will make clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you these lames
I the South, the swing, the grain
The with the bang, the gold in their mouth

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

no love in the coliseum
This shit here a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if live
Cause everybody out cutthroat
I've been waitin'
in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin'
Everybody wanna see a
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He must not better at all
Titans collide on the to survive
If not me bitch, who the you gone call?
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 them folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, don't walk that
This ain't your porch, so off that shit
Go find a cliff and off that bitch
If you don't think I'm king
I done them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder favorite rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga really nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em
I said it six times cause it's my
Say it one more time for just for measure, fuck em
Raised by the that before me
crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang, the
The soul and the paint and the