Luyện nghe bài hát Kings Of The South

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

Flip]
Look me and my niggaz, we deep with them triggas
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run them killas
Afilliated with pimps, I too many cats
I've been rapping 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 it's one in his

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

[Lil'
Now I'm back with my crew, we ain't got nothing to do
So if you beefing 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 in your 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 damn it my grill
I smoke and I lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
I kick's it with my people, fuck friends they all turn evil
They might try, to do me 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 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 your
So when I blow up your office, and rob one of bosses
I can't take no losses, you know how crunk the is
Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and
I get dollas with this, you only getting a penny
This skinny nigga, will never be in my
How you gon fight, you got malnutrition
So when I your ass, and when I front your ass
And when I punch your ass, you gon wanna talk no mo' let's go

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

Flip]
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 move it on the
I got New York niggaz, 23
So when I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up
I come to pick up bucks, after that I'm picking up now let's ride