Luyện nghe bài hát Kings Of The South

(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) this the streets been asking fa
The Kings, Lil' 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

[Lil'
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 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 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 big *old* niggaz I'm walking with, there's some behind you too
Don't want us to trip, you don't wanna see this clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch

Flip]
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 do', and put my dick in your hoe
Give me the 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 make way for some mo'
We are the real Kings, god it my grill clean
I smoke and I still lean, hit up or Will-Lean (why dat)
Cause I kick's it with my people, fuck they all turn evil
They try, to do me something lethal
All y'all niggaz claiming to be cold, can with my heater

[Lil'
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz Buffy
You a fag, I refuse to let a label me
Cause I'm calling the shots, my rapper is Pac
I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot
So when I blow up your office, and rob one of bosses
I can't take no losses, you know how crunk the is
yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly's
I get three dollas this, you only getting a penny
This skinny nigga, will be in my position
How you gon fight, when you got
So when I your ass, and when I front your ass
And when I your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go

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

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