Luyện nghe bài hát Kings Of The South

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

[Lil'
Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with triggas
I'm a school boy right, I run with them killas
Afilliated pimps, I know too many cats
I've been rapping eight years, I got too many
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 jail house, I can afford to out
You can call me the man, all I do is follow my mail route
I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to
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 lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is in the making ya bitch

[Lil'
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 King of the South, you see the ring and the
I'm a major playa like, Mean in the South
So if I in your do', and put my dick in your hoe
Give me the brick in the flo', now it's to go

When I roll I roll solo, I got sets of fo' do's
I got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo'
We are the Kings, god damn it my grill clean
I and I still 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 something
All y'all claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater

[Lil'
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I niggaz 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 cars, when you was wiping your snot
So I blow up your 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 blow dro and
I get three dollas this, you only getting a penny
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 gon wanna talk no mo' let's go

I'm a gangsta kin folk, I and don't 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 for your info

[Lil'
I'm the rap LeBron, yet I'm T-Mac
I was flipping work, when you was playing
I take a brick from here, then I move it on the
I got New York niggaz, 23
So when I hit gut, I'm in my pick-up truck
I come to pick up bucks, that I'm picking up sluts now let's ride