Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

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

Yeah, Flex, Volume Fo'
the peace, Def Jam South
'Cris, you

Oh, my turn, aiight
I got permission to put ya mamma in a
She to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock
She she like the way I stick and make the bed rock

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

We puttin' holes in residence
And anybody for the right president
We thugged out street niggaz with
So all that bullshit you is irrelevant

Oh yeah, I represent the Southside
I'm a dentist makin' women they mouth wide
You be in jail, runnin' it on the outside
Thank not then, ya open up ya mouth right, but who cares?

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

I got my corner on
About to this whole 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

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

They packin' and to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin' cars like a
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin' rock
And catchin' 'em's like seein' Muslims eatin' chops
happen and meanwhile I been thinkin', man
Niggaz been tapes like they slangin' 'caine

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

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

the peace, we do that funky shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey
See Dre'll throw on shades and make that funky shit
And keep y'all women if they got funky clit

Understand, we got that dough and it get up
You pay the and still we got the block sold up
Aint nothin' nice, a house don't make you fold up
You full of and try to jet and I'm like, hold up

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

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

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

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