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 side of
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 my nigga
Do it for the south, know
Born and raised where the rebel flag from 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, with the drop
For the I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell these
Yo I say to these niggas?
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
Give a lap dance ass nigga
B bop coke up
25 on my dresser, ain't shit changed
in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a stretcher
So you think 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 they fumble
Kick that south flow that you get
Try to fuck the world but my won't fit
My bitch "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm talkin' off with they heads
When you put on a mink, creep down stairs
When you from the country
Your feet on the snakes will make clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the gold in mouth

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

no love in the coliseum
This shit here a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if they
everybody out here cutthroat
I've quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He not know better at all
Titans on the Zeus to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone
To from the mountain tops
Still stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, don't walk bitch
ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a and jump off that bitch
If you don't think that I'm
I done proved them like twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga that nice!"
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, em, fuck em
I it six times cause it's my pleasure
Say it one more time for just for measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that me
Slowly crept up and still paid
I the South, the swang, the bang
The and the paint and the blues