Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, South baby, Ludacris
to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
It's goin'

Yeah, Funk Flex, Fo'
Disturbin' the peace, Def Jam
'Cris, you

Oh, it's my turn,
I got to put ya mamma in a headlock
She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg
She said she like the way I and make the bed rock

Or how I lick and leave her twisted like a
And it's on, so stop the like a wristband
And get some balance like a bike without the
I think I changed the of a hit man
'Cuz I really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon

We puttin' in your residence
And lose anybody for the president
We thugged out street niggaz with
So all that you yappin' is irrelevant

Oh yeah, I the Dirty Southside
I'm a makin' women open they mouth wide
You be in jail, still it on the outside
not then, won't ya open up ya mouth right, but who cares?

I got my corner on
About to hold this whole block
Ludacris 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

I got my corner on
About to hold this block down
Ludacris tell 'em how the South
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

Comin' to park is like a peep show
It's some respectable and there some freak hoes
I know killers that go to church up in they street
You'll end up missin' more than Shaq shootin' free throws

They packin' and 'bout to up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin' cars a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin' rock
And catchin' 'em's like seein' Muslims eatin' pork
Never happen and I been thinkin', man
been slangin' tapes like they slangin' 'caine

'Cuz in the hood, it's gettin' ugly orangutang
So if you to stop the hustle, get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin' to our own White House
Paint it black and start yellin' our fuckin' out
You try to tackle players and you'll get psyched out
can't fuck with us niggaz, you think they dyked out, so don't play

I got my corner on
About to hold this whole down
Ludacris tell 'em how the South
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

I got my on lockdown
About to hold this whole block
Ludacris tell 'em how the South
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

Disturbin' the peace, we do that funky
Hey, what can I We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades and make that funky
And keep y'all away if they got funky clit

Understand, we got that and it get rolled up
You pay the price and we got the block sold up
Aint nothin' nice, a full house make you fold up
You full of and try to jet and I'm like, hold up

God damn, I to say it on a megaphone
And tell your sister, get the fuck up off the
fools is tickin' me off like fifty metronome
I'm takin' all of ya money, just me Pebbletone

Alright, I got the pistol and the key
You betta your bitch to follow you to safety
How you wanna be heroes and chase me?
It's Ludacris, won't leave no evidence to trace me, you why?

I got my on lockdown
About to hold this block down
tell 'em how the South sound
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

I got my on lockdown
About to this whole block down
Ludacris tell 'em how the South
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, uh, uh,
Uhh, Buddah-Laa, ah, uh, oh, uh, oh, uh, oh

Funky shit, oh, do funky shit, oh
Do that funky shit, oh, do that funky oh
Do that shit, uh, do that funky shit uh
Do that funky