Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

Grew up on the country of town
Now I'm under city lights
Grew up on the country side of
Now I'm ballin' under city
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 crooked my
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and where the rebel flag hang from the slaves
Grew up where ya'll 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, with the drop
For the times I was out homeless, God flow
Time and time again I to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to these
Re-rock on tap dance, do for a sack
Give a lap dance ass nigga
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' a stretcher
So you think might I been selling cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's to be humble
fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause they fumble
Kick south flow that you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my dick fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck they
You wanna be king, claim that shit"
I'm talkin' off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
you come 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 embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the in their mouth

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

Ain't no love in the
This shit been a bloodsport
what you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here
been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my was rumblin', my belly was achin'
wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the monster out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He must not know at all
Titans collide on the Zeus to
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To from 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 curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so off that shit
Go find a cliff and jump off that
If you don't think I'm king
I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my
I could murder your favorite
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga really nice!"
Fuck em, em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I it six times cause it's my pleasure
Say it one more time for just for good measure, em
Raised by the that before me
Slowly crept up and paid dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The soul and the and the blues