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 wreck fools, disrespect
Check and necks too
duos

Sittin', waitin' on the 2
Nigga, me and Bun got the clips and bullet proofs
off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs
Scatterin', chatterin'
About where they
they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
Stereotypical, South country shit

On the real, we on the makin' money shit
EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn
Makin' hip hop, funky as a
Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they men
Knockin' at the Suave door, but we won't let 'em in
Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of to talk about
Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down

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

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

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

even sound real no mo'
Your cap'll get peeled,
Fuck you and steel .44
I'm Triz, oh hoe
Pay dumbasses, no, never mind
Flip flows, so clever
Like diamond on leather vines
Forever I it

As the first fool started
gassed up niggaz till they farted
Hands, hearted, cold
Get
Like slingblade, it bring niggaz
I played
Still wanna see a fade niggaz
I niggaz

That is the fight, you believe
Give you room to breathe
But tonights the night for you to
As soon as
got, no tricks up
Your still get up
Southern black macks
That stay gettin' dicked sucked

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

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

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

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

To all you Crocker
knockers that wanna cook a cake
But don't know it took to make that bitch
Take a look you fake and switch your
always takin' tests of me
Pressin' me, just to see the and hate
the best of me

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

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

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

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

Yeah, images
Psycadelic gangsta
This is fuckin' man
I'll be back,