Luyện nghe bài hát Kings Of The South

(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) what the streets been asking fa
The real Kings, Flip and Z-Ro 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 them triggas
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run them killas
Afilliated with pimps, I know too cats
I've been rapping eight years, I got too many
Now when I run in your crib, and take son out the crib
And put the gun to his bib, now it's one in his

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 my mail route
I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me you have to move
See these big *old* niggaz I'm walking with, there's some you too
Don't us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clip
Be on the for Z-Ro 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 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 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 mo' hoes
We are the Kings, god damn it my grill clean
I smoke and I lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
Cause I kick's it with my people, fuck friends they all evil
They try, to do me something lethal
All y'all claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater

[Lil'
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay like Buffy
You a fag, I refuse to let a fuck me
Cause I'm 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 no losses, you know how crunk the South is
Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we 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, when you got
So I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass
And I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go

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

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