Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the rebel flag from the slaves
Grew up ya'll niggas 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 niggas
Yo I say to these niggas?
on tap dance, do whatever for a sack
Give a lap dance bitch ass
B bop coke up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't changed
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 flexin' it's hard to be
Talkin' fourth down, can't the ball to Def Jam
they might fumble
Kick that flow that you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my dick fit
My bitch like "KRIT, they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with they
When you put on a mink, gotta creep stairs
When you come from the
feet on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow these
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk the bang, the gold in their mouth

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

no love in the coliseum
This here been a bloodsport
Keep you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here
I've been quietly
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my was achin'
wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He must not better at all
Titans collide on the to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you call?
To from the mountain tops
Still blood stains on the
I don't do it for the blog 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 off that shit
Go find a cliff and jump off bitch
If you don't think that I'm
I proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder favorite rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em
I said it six times cause my pleasure
Say it one more time for for good measure, fuck em
by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and paid dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The soul and the paint and the