Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

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

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

Oh, it's my turn,
I got permission to put ya in a headlock
She tried to jook me in a leg lock
She said she like the way I and make the bed rock

Or how I lick and leave her like a dreadlock
And it's on, so stop the sweatin' like a
And get balance like a bike without the kickstand
I I changed the definition of a hit man
'Cuz I could really give a about that bitch man, c'mon

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

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

I got my on lockdown
About to hold this whole 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 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

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

They packin' and 'bout to up the dope spot
My neighborhood is cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was boat rock
And catchin' 'em's like Muslims eatin' pork chops
Never 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 tryin' to stop the hustle, get the
Okay, we tryin' to make our own House
Paint it black and start yellin' our fuckin' out
You try to tackle players and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck us niggaz, you think they dyked out, so don't play

I got my on lockdown
About to hold this 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 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

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 shit
And keep y'all women away if got funky 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 house don't make you fold up
You full of heist and try to jet and I'm like, 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 all of ya money, just call me Pebbletone

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 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 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

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