Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised where the rebel flag hang 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 with the
For the times I was out here homeless, God
Time and time again I tried to tell these
Yo what I say to these
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
Give a lap bitch ass nigga
B bop coke up
25 on my dresser, ain't shit changed
Rollin' in the image of me pedalin' like a stretcher
So clean you might I been selling cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' it's hard to be
Talkin' fourth down, throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south 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, claim that shit"
I'm talkin' off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
When you from the country
Your feet on the snakes will make clothes out of bails
I ain't 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 mouth

Grew up on the side of town
Now I'm under city lights
Grew up on the side of town
Now I'm ballin' city lights
King of the south, of the south, king of the south
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
Keep you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out cutthroat
I've quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my was achin'
Everybody wanna see a
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, not be stankin'
He not know better at all
Titans collide on the to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To rain from the tops
blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog spot box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't talk shit
This your curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off that
Go find a cliff and jump off bitch
If you don't think that I'm
I done proved them like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your favorite
And all I get is "No way a nigga really that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em, fuck em, fuck 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 still dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The soul and the and the blues