Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, Dirty South baby,
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Taylor
goin' down

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

Oh, my turn, aiight
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 the bed rock

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

We puttin' holes in your
And lose anybody for the right
We thugged out street with intelligence
So all that you yappin' is irrelevant

Oh yeah, I the Dirty Southside
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 corner on
About to hold this whole block
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 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

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

They and 'bout to open up the dope spot
My is stoppin' cars like a roadblock
They weight like Atlanta was movin' boat rock
And catchin' like seein' Muslims eatin' pork chops
Never happen and I been thinkin', man
Niggaz been slangin' tapes like they 'caine

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

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 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

Disturbin' the peace, we do that shit
Hey, what can I We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades and make that shit
And keep 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 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 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 you wanna be heroes and chase me?
It's Ludacris, won't leave no 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 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

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