Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

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

Yeah, Flex, Volume 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 leg lock
She said she like the way I stick and make the bed

Or how I lick and her twisted like a dreadlock
And on, so stop the sweatin' like a wristband
And get some balance like a without the kickstand
I think I the definition of a hit man
'Cuz I could really give a fuck about that man, c'mon

We holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the president
We thugged out street 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, runnin' it on the outside
Thank not then, won't ya open up ya right, but who cares?

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

I got my on lockdown
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

Comin' to Shady park is like a 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 Shaq when shootin' throws

packin' and 'bout to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin' cars a roadblock
movin' 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 tapes like they slangin' 'caine

'Cuz in the hood, gettin' ugly like orangutang
So if you tryin' to the hustle, get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin' to our own White House
Paint it and start yellin' our fuckin' pipes out
You try to tackle players and you'll get psyched out
They fuck 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 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

Disturbin' the peace, we do that funky
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey
See Dre'll throw on shades and make that funky shit
And y'all women away 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 full house don't 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 sister, get the fuck up off the telephone
fools is tickin' me off like fifty metronome
I'm takin' all of ya money, just call me

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

I got my on lockdown
to hold 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

I got my on lockdown
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

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