Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown - Ludacris/Infamous 20

[Funkmaster
Yeah Dirty South baby -
Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Taylor
.. it's down

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

Oh my turn? Aiight..
I got to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She to jook me in a figure-fo' leg lock (ohh)
She said she the way I stick and make the bed rock
or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock, and on
So stop the sweatin like a
And get balance like a bike without the kickstand
I I changed the definition of a hit man
'cause I could give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We holes in your residence
And anybody for the right president
We thugged out street niggaz with
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 still runnin it on the outside
Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who

[Chorus: 2X]
I got my on lockdown
About to hold whole block down
tell um how the South sound
UUH AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA
UHH AH uh oh uh oh uh oh

2]
Comin to Shady Park is like a show
It's some respectable ladies and there freak hoes
I killers that go to church up in they street clothes
You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin throws
They and bout to open up the dope spot
My is stoppin cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat
And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork - never happen
And meanwhile I been man
Niggaz slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine
'cause in the its gettin ugly like orangutang
So if you to stop 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 players and 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 that funky
And keep y'all women away if they got clit
Understand, we got that dough and it get up
You pay the price and we got the block sold up
Aint nothin nice a full house don't make you up
You full of and try to jet and I'm like -
hold up, god - I need to say it on a megaphone
And tell sister get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin me off like metronome
I'm takin all of ya just call me Pebbletone!
Alright? I got the pistol and the key
You betta your bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you wanna be and chase me
It's Ludacris wont no evidence to trace me, you know why?

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