Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, Dirty South baby,
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn
It's down

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 stick and make the bed

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 the kickstand
I think I changed the of a hit man
'Cuz I could really give a fuck that bitch man, c'mon

We holes in your residence
And lose for the right president
We out street niggaz with intelligence
So all that bullshit you is irrelevant

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

I got my corner on
About to this whole block 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 corner on
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

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

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

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

I got my on lockdown
to hold this whole block down
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 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

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

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

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

Alright, I got the and the safe key
You betta tell bitch to follow you to safety
How you wanna be heroes and chase me?
It's Ludacris, leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

I got my corner on
About to hold this whole block
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 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

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