Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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 city
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 crooked my
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the flag hang from the slaves
Grew up where ya'll won't 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 these 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 on my dresser, ain't shit changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a
So clean you think might I been selling
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
that south flow that you can't get
Try to fuck the but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
When you come from the
Your feet on the snakes will make clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave the future, you follow these lames
I the South, the swing, the grain
The trunk with the bang, the gold in their

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

Ain't no love in the
This shit been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if they
Cause everybody out here
been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my was achin'
wanna see a monster
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be
He not know better at all
collide on the Zeus to survive
If not me bitch, who the you gone call?
To rain from the tops
Still stains on the leaves
I do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't talk shit
This ain't curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't porch, so keep off that shit
Go a cliff and jump off that bitch
If you don't that I'm king
I proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your rapper
And all I get is "No way a nigga really 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 for good measure, fuck 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