Luyện nghe bài hát Kings Of The South

(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets asking fa
The real Kings, Lil' Flip and ha-ha-ha
G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
But we both in the Up Click, let's go

Flip]
Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with triggas
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run with them
with pimps, I know too many cats
I've been eight years, I got too many placks
Now I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib
And put the gun to his bib, now one in his ribs

I stay in and out of the house, I can afford to bail out
You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail
I got a ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to move
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 and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch

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

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

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

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

[Lil'
I'm the rap LeBron, better yet I'm
I was flipping work, when you was pitty-pat
I take a brick from here, then I it on the East
I got New niggaz, paying 23
So I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up truck
I come to up bucks, after that I'm picking up sluts now let's ride