Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, I represent the Dirty
I'm a dentist makin' women open mouth wide
You be in jail, runnin' 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 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 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

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

They packin' and 'bout to open up the spot
My is stoppin' cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin' rock
And catchin' 'em's seein' Muslims eatin' pork chops
happen and meanwhile I been thinkin', man
Niggaz been tapes like they slangin' 'caine

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

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

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

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

Understand, we got that and it get rolled up
You pay the price and we got the block sold up
Aint nothin' nice, a full house 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 fifty
I'm takin' all of ya money, just call me

Alright, I got the pistol and the key
You betta your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be heroes and me?
It's Ludacris, leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

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

I got my on lockdown
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 funky shit oh
Do that funky shit, uh, do that funky uh
Do that funky