Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

Grew up on the country side of
Now I'm ballin' city lights
Grew up on the side of town
Now I'm ballin' city lights
King of the south, king of the south, king of the
King of the south, king of the south, king of the
Grew up on the side of town

M-I my nigga
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised where the flag hang from the slaves
Grew up where niggas won't go
Rep that, rep shit like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my
I got the biggest house on my block, with the drop
For the I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and again I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to niggas?
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
Give a lap dance ass nigga
B bop flow up
25 lighters on my dresser, shit changed
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me like a stretcher
So clean you think might I been selling
Light at the end of the
When flexin' it's hard to be humble
fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause they fumble
that south flow that you can't get
Try to the world but my dick won't fit
My bitch like "KRIT, they feelings
You wanna be king, claim that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with heads
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
When you come the country
Your on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails
I playin' no games
I leave with the future, you these lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the gold in mouth

up on the country side of town
Now I'm under city lights
Grew up on the side of town
Now I'm ballin' under city
of the south, king of the south, king of the south
King of the south, king of the south, of the south
Grew up on the country of town

Ain't no love in the
This shit here been a
what you kill, fuck if they live
Cause everybody out here
I've quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my was rumblin', my belly was achin'
Everybody wanna see a
they see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, this shit, must not be stankin'
He not know better at all
Titans collide on the to survive
If not me bitch, who the you gone call?
To rain the mountain tops
Still blood stains on the
I do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
And country folk that can't talk that shit
This your curb, don't walk that bitch
This your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a cliff and jump off bitch
If you don't think I'm king
I done proved them wrong twice, can't stop my fight
I could murder your rapper
And all I get is "No way a Mississippi really that nice!"
Fuck em, em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I said it six times cause it's my
Say it one more for just for good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that me
Slowly up and still paid dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The and the paint and the blues