Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, South baby, Ludacris
Shout to Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
It's down

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

Oh, it's my turn,
I got to put ya mamma 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 like a
And it's on, so the sweatin' like a wristband
And get some balance like a without the kickstand
I think I the definition of a hit man
I could really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon

We puttin' holes in residence
And anybody 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 dentist makin' women open they mouth
You be in jail, runnin' it on the outside
Thank not then, won't ya up ya mouth right, but who cares?

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

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

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

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

in the hood, it's gettin' ugly like orangutang
So if you to stop the hustle, get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin' to make our own White
Paint it and start yellin' 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 dyked out, so don't

I got my corner on
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 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

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

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

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

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

I got my on lockdown
About to hold 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 on lockdown
About to hold 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

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