Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown

Yeah, South baby, Ludacris
Shout to Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor
goin' down

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

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

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

We puttin' holes in residence
And lose anybody for the right
We thugged out street niggaz intelligence
So all that bullshit you yappin' is

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

I got my on lockdown
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 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

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

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

'Cuz in the hood, it's gettin' ugly orangutang
So if you tryin' to stop the hustle, get the
Okay, we tryin' to our own White House
Paint it black and yellin' our fuckin' 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 play

I got my corner on
About to this whole 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 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

Disturbin' the peace, we do that shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a monkey
See Dre'll throw on them shades and make that funky
And keep y'all women 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 nice, a full house don't make you fold up
You of heist and try to jet and I'm like, hold up

God damn, I need to say it on a
And tell sister, get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin' me off fifty metronome
I'm all of ya money, just call me Pebbletone

Alright, I got the pistol and the key
You tell your bitch to follow you to safety
How you wanna be heroes and chase me?
Ludacris, won't leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

I got my corner on
to hold this whole 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 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

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