Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the rebel hang 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 house on my block, foreign 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
on tap dance, do whatever for a sack
Give a lap dance bitch ass
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' a stretcher
So clean you think might I been cocaine
Light at the end of the
When you're it's hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south flow you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my dick fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep down
When you from the country
Your feet on the snakes would make clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no
I leave with the future, you these lames
I the South, the swing, the grain
The trunk with the bang, the in their mouth

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

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