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 Z-Ro
G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
But we both in the Screwed Up Click, go

Flip]
Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep them triggas
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run with killas
Afilliated with pimps, I know too cats
I've rapping eight years, I got too many placks
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 man, all I do is follow my mail route
I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me you have to move
See these big *old* niggaz I'm with, there's some behind you too
Don't want us to trip, you don't wanna see extended clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya

Flip]
Now I'm back with my crew, like we ain't got to do
So if you beefing with them, then I'm beefing you
I'm the of the South, you see the ring and the house
I'm a major playa like, Mean in the South
So if I kick in your do', and put my dick in hoe
me the brick in the flo', now it's time to go

When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo'
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 still lean, hit up C-Note or (why dat)
Cause I kick's it with my people, fuck friends they all evil
might try, to do me something lethal
All niggaz claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater

[Lil'
Oh no I flip like Puffy, I slay niggaz like Buffy
You a fag, I refuse to let a fuck me
Cause I'm calling the shots, my rapper is Pac
Nigga I was cars, when you was wiping your snot
So when I up your office, and rob one of your bosses
I can't take no losses, you know how the South is
Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we dro and Philly's
I get three with this, you only getting a penny
This nigga, will never be in my position
How you gon fight, you got malnutrition
So when I your ass, and when I front your ass
And when I punch 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 five 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

Flip]
I'm the rap LeBron, better yet I'm
I was work, when you was playing pitty-pat
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, after that I'm picking up now let's ride