Luyện nghe bài hát Ball And Bun

1, 2
Check 1, 2 baby, uh
1, 2, 1, 2, check, 2
Somebody better these mothafuckers
How we fools, disrespect fools
Check and necks too
Crushin'

Sittin', on the next 2
Nigga, me and Bun got the extra and bullet proofs
Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the
Scatterin', niggaz
About where been
Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me
Stereotypical, down country shit

On the real, we on the hustlin' money shit
It's EightBizall makin' feel Memphis, Tenn
hip hop, funky as a chit-a-lin
Bitter men, mad, thinkin' they better men
Knockin' at the House door, but we won't let 'em in
Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to about
Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep South

I don't know ya been
And I don't know what ya
But I know deep South
all about the green
Now, I don't what ya seen
And I don't know ya been
But I deep down South, ya keep your G U N

I don't know you've done
And I don't what you do
But I know deep South
Nigga, all on you
Now, I know what you do
An I know what you've
But we can't tell ya nobody else
But and Bun

I see no evil, say no evil, no evil
Try not to get in no
Raised up on Briz and Biz
Ain't no sequels for your when we touch down
South gon' put crush down
lay your philly, and you'll touch down
Takin' that shit so much

Don't sound real no mo'
cap'll get peeled, slo-mo
Fuck you and steel .44
I'm Triz, oh hoe
Pay your dumbasses, no, never
Flip flows, so shine
diamond grapes on leather vines
Forever I it

As the first fool started
Movin' gassed up niggaz they farted
Hands, hearted, cold
Get
slingblade, it bring made niggaz
I niggaz
Still wanna see a thing fade
I niggaz

That is the fight, what you
Give you room to breathe
But tonights the for you to leave
As soon as
Ain't got, no up
still get mixed up
From Southern macks
stay gettin' they dicked sucked

I know where ya been
And I don't what ya seen
But I deep down South
It's all the green
Now, I don't what ya seen
And I don't where ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep G U N

I don't what you've done
And I know what you do
But I know deep South
Nigga, all on you
Now, I don't know you do
An I know what done
But we can't ya 'bout nobody else
But and Bun

Crooked as the first letter in the South
who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought
Fuckin' some stout, out
At my house
98 live, bet and gettin' screwed out
Screwed up, my cup
my nuts

Hoes be jockin', but eager get setup
Wet up, up, what's up?
us, guess what?
True but, you just, up
Deeper, than Britannica
If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna ya

To all you Betty
Cock knockers that wanna a cake
But know what it took to make that bitch
Take a you fake and switch your recipe
always takin' tests of me
Pressin' me, to see the stress and hate
the best of me

Leave mouth open, sesame seed
I from stem and weed
Me, I go,
Murder in deep blood clot
They get all red hot lead shots
And not

Mine, I go after red dot
And
So bitch niggaz get the out
Leave suckas stuck, fuck
This where the stops

I know where ya been
And I don't know what ya
But I know deep down
It's all the green
Now, I know what ya seen
And I don't know ya been
But I know deep down South, ya keep G U N

I don't know what you've
And I know what you do
But I know deep South
Nigga, all on you
Now, I know what you do
An I know you've done
But we can't tell ya 'bout else
But and Bun

Yeah, euphoric
Psycadelic shit
This is fuckin' man
I'll be back,