Luyện nghe bài hát Block Lockdown - Ludacris/Infamous 20

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

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

Oh it's my Aiight..
I got permission to put ya 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 her twisted like a dreadlock, and it's on
So the sweatin like a wristband
And get some balance like a bike 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 your
And lose for the right president
We out street niggaz with intelligence
So all that you yappin is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I the Dirty Southside
I'm a dentist makin open they mouth wide
You be in jail runnin it on the outside
Thank not then won't ya open up ya mouth riiiight, but who

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

2]
Comin to Shady Park is a peep show
It's some respectable ladies and there some hoes
I know that go to church up in they street clothes
You'll end up missin more Shaq when shootin free throws
They packin and bout to up the dope spot
My neighborhood is stoppin cars a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin boat
And catchin ums like seeun eatin pork chops - never happen
And meanwhile I thinkin man
Niggaz been slangin tapes like they 'caine
'cause in the hood its gettin ugly orangutang
So if you tryin to stop the hustle get the
Okay, we to make our own White House
Paint it black and start yellin our fuckin out
You try to tackle some and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck with us niggaz you think dyked out, so don't play

3]
Disturbin The Peace, we do funky shit
Hey, can I say? We got a monkey clique
See Dre'll on them shades, and make that funky shit
And y'all women away if they got funky clit
Understand, we got that and it get rolled up
You pay the price and still we got the block up
nothin nice a full house don't make you fold 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 your get the fuck up off the telephone
These fools is tickin me off fifty metronome
I'm takin all of ya money call me Pebbletone!
Alright? I got the pistol and the key
You betta tell bitch to follow you to safety
How dare you be heroes and chase me
It's Ludacris wont leave no evidence to me, you know why?

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