Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
Grew up on the country of town

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised where the rebel hang 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 with the
For the I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried to tell niggas
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 lighters on my dresser, shit changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me like a stretcher
So clean you think might I selling cocaine
Light at the end of the
When flexin' it's hard to be humble
Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the to Def Jam
Cause they fumble
Kick that south flow that you get
Try to fuck the world but my dick fit
My bitch "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
You wanna be king, gotta claim shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with they
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
When you come from the
Your feet on the snakes would will make out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you follow these
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the in their mouth

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

Ain't no love in the
shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what you kill, fuck if they
Cause everybody out here
I've quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
Everybody see a monster
Till see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He not know better at all
Titans collide on the Zeus to
If not me bitch, who the you gone call?
To from the mountain tops
blood stains on the leaves
I don't do it for the spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And them country folk that can't talk that
This your curb, don't walk that bitch
This ain't your porch, so keep off that
Go find a and jump off that bitch
If you don't that I'm king
I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my
I could murder favorite 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 times it's my pleasure
Say it one more time for for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King before me
Slowly crept up and paid dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The and the paint and the blues