Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

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

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

Oh, it's my turn,
I got permission to put ya mamma in a
She tried to me in a figure-fo' leg lock
She said she the way I stick and make the bed rock

Or how I lick and leave her twisted like a
And it's on, so the sweatin' like a wristband
And get some balance a bike 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 holes in your residence
And lose anybody for the president
We thugged out street niggaz intelligence
So all bullshit you yappin' is irrelevant

Oh yeah, I represent the Southside
I'm a dentist makin' women open they mouth
You be in jail, still it on the outside
not then, won't ya open up ya mouth right, but who cares?

I got my corner on
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

I got my corner on
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

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

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

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

I got my corner on
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
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

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

Understand, we got that dough and it get up
You pay the price and still we got the sold up
nothin' 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 fuck up off the
These fools is tickin' me off like metronome
I'm takin' all of ya money, call me Pebbletone

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

I got my corner on
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 hold this whole block
Ludacris tell 'em how the South
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 funky shit, oh, do that funky oh
Do that funky shit, uh, do that funky uh
Do funky shit