Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, Dirty South baby,
Shout to Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
It's goin'

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

Oh, my turn, aiight
I got permission to put ya in a headlock
She tried to me in a figure-fo' leg lock
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 like 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 lose anybody for the right
We out street niggaz with intelligence
So all bullshit you yappin' is irrelevant

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

I got my on lockdown
About to hold this whole 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Understand, we got that dough and it get up
You pay the price and 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 to say it on a megaphone
And your sister, get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin' me off like metronome
I'm takin' all of ya money, just call me

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

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

I got my corner on
About to hold this 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

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