Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, South baby, Ludacris
Shout to Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
It's 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 jook me in a leg lock
She said she like the way I stick and the bed rock

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

We puttin' 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 the Dirty Southside
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 mouth right, but who

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 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 some hoes
I killers that go to church up in they street clothes
You'll end up missin' more than 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 boat rock
And catchin' like seein' Muslims eatin' pork chops
Never happen and meanwhile I thinkin', man
Niggaz been slangin' tapes like they 'caine

'Cuz in the hood, it's ugly like orangutang
So if you tryin' to stop the hustle, get the
Okay, we tryin' to make our own House
Paint it and start yellin' our fuckin' pipes out
You try to tackle some players and 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 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 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

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

Understand, we got that dough and it get 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 and try to jet and I'm like, hold up

God damn, I to say it on a megaphone
And tell your sister, get the up off the telephone
These fools is tickin' me off like metronome
I'm takin' all of ya money, just me Pebbletone

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

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

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