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'
Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam
(yeah) you ready?

Oh my turn? 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 like a dreadlock, and it's on
So stop the like a wristband
And get some balance like a 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 puttin holes in your
And lose for the right president
We thugged out street niggaz intelligence
So all that you yappin is irrelevant
Oh yeah, I represent the Southside
I'm a dentist makin women open mouth wide
You be in jail still 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 some freak
I know killers that go to church up in they street
You'll end up missin more than Shaq when shootin free
They packin and bout to open up the spot
My neighborhood is cars like a roadblock
They movin' like Atlanta was movin boat rock
And catchin ums like seeun Muslims eatin pork chops - never
And I been thinkin man
Niggaz been slangin tapes like slangin 'caine
'cause in the hood its 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 start yellin our fuckin out
You try to tackle players and you'll get psyched out
They can't fuck us niggaz you think they dyked out, so don't play

3]
Disturbin The Peace, we do funky shit
Hey, what can I say? We got a clique
See Dre'll throw on them shades, and make funky shit
And keep y'all women if they got funky clit
Understand, we got that and it get rolled up
You pay the and still we got the block sold up
Aint nothin nice a full house make you fold up
You of heist and try to jet and I'm like -
hold up, god damn - I 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 just me Pebbletone!
Alright? I got the pistol and the key
You betta tell your bitch to follow you to
How dare you be heroes and chase me
It's wont leave no evidence to trace me, you know why?

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