Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

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

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

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

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 about that bitch man, c'mon

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

Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty
I'm a dentist makin' women open they mouth
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 corner on
About to hold 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 Shady is like a peep show
It's some respectable and there some freak hoes
I know killers go to church up in they street clothes
You'll end up more than Shaq when shootin' free throws

They packin' and 'bout to up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin' like a roadblock
They movin' weight Atlanta was movin' boat rock
And catchin' 'em's like Muslims eatin' pork chops
Never and meanwhile I been thinkin', man
Niggaz been slangin' tapes like slangin' '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
Paint it black and start our fuckin' pipes out
You try to tackle players and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck with us niggaz, you think dyked out, so don't play

I got my on lockdown
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 on lockdown
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

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

Understand, we got dough and it get rolled up
You pay the price and still we got the block 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 your sister, get the 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 pistol and the key
You betta tell your to follow you to safety
How dare you be heroes and chase me?
Ludacris, won't leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

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 corner on
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

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