Luyện nghe bài hát Kings Of The South

(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) what the streets been asking fa
The Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha
Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different
But we in the Screwed Up Click, let's go

[Lil'
Look me and my niggaz, we deep with them triggas
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run with killas
Afilliated with pimps, I too many cats
I've been rapping eight years, I got too many
Now when I run in crib, and take your son out the crib
And put the gun to his bib, now it's one in his

I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to out
You can call me the post man, all I do is my mail route
I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to
See these big *old* niggaz I'm walking with, some behind you too
Don't us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch

[Lil'
Now I'm back with my crew, we ain't got nothing to do
So if you with them, then I'm beefing with you
I'm the King of the South, you see the and the house
I'm a major like, Mean Green in the South
So if I kick in your do', and put my dick in hoe
Give me the in the flo', now it's time to go

When I roll I roll solo, I got seven of fo' do's
I got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo'
We are the Kings, god damn it my grill clean
I and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
Cause I kick's it my people, fuck friends they all turn evil
might try, to do me something lethal
All y'all niggaz claiming to be cold, can deal my heater

Flip]
Oh no I digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz like Buffy
You a fag, I to let a label fuck me
Cause I'm calling the shots, my favorite is Pac
Nigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping snot
So when I blow up your office, and rob one of bosses
I can't take no losses, you how crunk the South is
Hell we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly's
I get three dollas with this, you only getting a
skinny nigga, will never be in my position
How you gon fight, you got malnutrition
So when I stomp ass, and when I front your ass
And when I your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go

I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't do'
I got percent tint, on each and every one of my windows
the wind blows, another Benjamin goes
Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I'm paid for your

Flip]
I'm the rap LeBron, yet I'm T-Mac
I was flipping work, when you was pitty-pat
I take a brick from here, then I move it on the
I got New niggaz, paying 23
So when I hit gut, I'm in my pick-up truck
I come to pick up bucks, after I'm picking up sluts now let's ride