Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown - Ludacris/Infamous 20

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

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

Oh it's my Aiight..
I got to put ya mamma in a headlock (what?)
She tried to 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 like a wristband
And get some balance like a bike the kickstand
I think I the definition of a hit man
'cause I could give a fuck about that bitch man, c'mon!
We puttin in your residence
And lose anybody for the president
We thugged out niggaz with intelligence
So all that you yappin is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I the Dirty Southside
I'm a makin women open they mouth wide
You be in jail still runnin it on the
Thank not then won't ya open up ya riiiight, but who cares?

[Chorus: 2X]
I got my on lockdown
About to hold this whole down
Ludacris 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 peep
It's some respectable ladies and there some freak
I know killers that go to church up in street clothes
You'll end up missin more Shaq when shootin free throws
They packin and to open up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin cars like a
They movin' weight like Atlanta was boat rock
And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin chops - never happen
And meanwhile I been man
been slangin tapes like they slangin 'caine
'cause in the hood its gettin like orangutang
So if you tryin to stop the get the dangalang
Okay, we tryin to our own White House
Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin out
You try to tackle some players and you'll get out
They can't fuck us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play

3]
Disturbin The Peace, we do that shit
Hey, can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll throw on shades, and make that funky shit
And keep y'all away if they got funky 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 house don't make you fold up
You full of and try to jet and I'm like -
hold up, god damn - I need to say it on a
And tell your sister get the up off the telephone
These is tickin me off like fifty metronome
I'm takin all of ya 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
It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know

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