Luyện nghe bài hát Kings Of The South

(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets 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 fifty deep with them
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run them killas
with pimps, I know too many cats
I've been rapping eight years, I got too placks
Now when I run in your crib, and 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 route
I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you to move
See these big *old* I'm walking with, there's some behind you too
Don't want us to trip, you don't see this extended clip
Be on the lookout for and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch

[Lil'
Now I'm with 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 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 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 it my grill clean
I smoke and I 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 with my heater

Flip]
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz like
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, you was wiping your snot
So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your
I take no losses, you know 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 a penny
This skinny nigga, will never be in my
How you gon fight, when you got
So when I stomp ass, and when I front your ass
And when I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna no mo' let's go

I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and spend do'
I got five percent tint, on each and one of my windows
the wind blows, another Benjamin goes
Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I'm paid for info

Flip]
I'm the rap LeBron, yet I'm T-Mac
I was flipping work, when you was playing
I a brick from here, then I move 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 pick up bucks, that I'm picking up sluts now let's ride