Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the rebel flag hang from the
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 on my block, foreign with the drop
For the times I was out here homeless, God
Time and again I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to niggas?
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' like a
So clean you might I been selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
you're flexin' it's hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south flow that you get
Try to fuck the but my dick won't fit
My bitch "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, claim that shit"
I'm talkin' off with they heads
When you put on a mink, gotta creep stairs
When you from the country
Your feet on the snakes would make clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave the future, you follow these lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the in their mouth

Grew up on the side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city
up on the country side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city
King of the south, of the south, king 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 what you kill, fuck if they
Cause everybody out here
I've been quietly
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my was achin'
Everybody see a monster
they see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know you thinking, this 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 call?
To rain from the mountain
Still blood on the leaves
I do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't curb, don't walk that bitch
ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
Go a cliff and jump off that bitch
If you don't think I'm king
I done proved wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga really nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em, fuck em, fuck em
I said it six times cause my pleasure
Say it one more for just for good measure, fuck em
by the King that before me
Slowly crept up and still paid
I embody the South, the swang, the
The soul and the and the blues