Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown - Ludacris/Infamous 20

[Funkmaster
Dirty South baby - Ludacris
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Taylor
.. goin down

Yeah, Funk Flex, Fo'
The Peace, Def Jam South
'Cris (yeah) you

Oh my turn? Aiight..
I got to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to jook me in a figure-fo' leg (ohh)
She said she 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 balance like a without the kickstand
I think I the definition of a hit man
'cause I really give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We puttin holes in residence
And lose anybody for the president
We thugged out street with intelligence
So all bullshit you yappin is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I represent the Southside
I'm a dentist makin open they mouth wide
You be in jail still it on the outside
Thank not won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who cares?

repeat 2X]
I got my corner on
About to hold this block down
Ludacris um how the South sound
UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH
UHH AH uh oh uh oh uh oh

2]
Comin to Shady Park is a peep show
It's some respectable ladies and some freak hoes
I killers that go to church up in they 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 like a
They movin' weight like was movin boat rock
And catchin ums like seeun eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been man
Niggaz been slangin like they slangin 'caine
in the hood its gettin ugly like orangutang
So if you tryin to the hustle get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin to make our own White
Paint it black and yellin our fuckin pipes out
You try to tackle some and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck with us niggaz you think they out, so don't play

3]
Disturbin The Peace, we do that shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make funky 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 full don't make you fold up
You full of heist and try to jet and I'm -
hold up, god damn - I to say it on a megaphone
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 call me Pebbletone!
Alright? I got the pistol and the key
You betta your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you be heroes and chase me
It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you why?

Funky oh
Do that funky oh
Do that funky oh
Do that shit oh
Do funky shit uh
Do that shit uh
Do that shit