Luyện nghe bài hát King (Pt. 1)

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

M-I crooked my
Do it for the south, ya'll
Born and raised where the rebel hang from the slaves
Grew up ya'll 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, foreign with the
For the times I was out here homeless, God
and time again I tried to tell these niggas
Yo what I say to niggas?
Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a
a lap dance bitch ass nigga
B bop coke up
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit
Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a
So clean you think might I been cocaine
at the end of the tunnel
When you're flexin' hard to be humble
fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
Cause might fumble
Kick that south that you can't get
Try to fuck the world but my dick fit
My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck they
You wanna be king, gotta that shit"
I'm talkin' 'bout off with they
When you put on a mink, gotta down stairs
you come from the country
Your feet on the snakes would will clothes out of bails
I ain't playin' no
I leave with the future, you follow lames
I embody the South, the swing, the
The trunk with the bang, the gold in their

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

Ain't no love in the
This shit here been a
Keep what you kill, if they live
everybody out here cutthroat
I've quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was
wanna see a monster
Till they see the monster, the monster out, "What's shakin'?"
I know what you thinking, nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He not know better at all
Titans collide on the to survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck you call?
To rain the mountain tops
Still blood on the leaves
I don't do it for the blog spot box, I do it for the OGs
And them folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't your curb, walk that bitch
ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
Go find a and jump off that bitch
If you don't think that I'm
I done them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
I murder your favorite rapper
And all I get is "No way a nigga 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
crept up and still paid dues
I the South, the swang, the bang
The and the paint and the blues