Luyện nghe bài hát Down Here

You what it is
Its your boy back in the
This right is one of them, one of them
You know im talkin bout

Down Here we got a different of hustle
Grind a mothafucker, get it from the muscle
Rain sleet and snow but 2 things can touch us
Penitentiary and bein a mothafucka

Down Here we got a different kind of
Grind a mothafucker, get it from the muscle
Rain and snow aint but 2 things can touch us
and bein dead a mothafucka

[Petey

Carolina ??? I the border
I look up at my son and the south at my daughter
Sink into my lemonade is my tar river
And a half a bag of i aint even got ta stir it
i parked the car away from curb i dont deserve it
You aint kickin me nowhere im now in my 30s
Hold your pant dirty dog i can that for ya
Just a big a bad thats a ???
Got so much shit on my mind boy its to keep walkin
Especially if you have a fuck nigger problem
I got a solver right here, look like a revolver
Once it start revolving dog there aint too much to stop it
Shot at weezy alcwheezy the path that im on
When see walkin I was by myself in New Orleans
How many miles you it is for cacilac to New Orleans
So you know this fuckin boy here got miles on hm dont he

[Lil
Money

Im from New where a nigger is a target
9 is expensive and a is a bargain
You aint from the city nigga stay within the
now Im in the Royce got quad at home chargin
Large and in charge I be that beat
And yeah Bush still wrong 3 left feet
And yeah the kush still strong and the hoes still
The stopped up but the stove still work
30-30 lookin like a pole in my
You with my cake ima turn you to dessert
You give that boy a and you put him to the dirt
Now you are just a in the sternum of the earth
Yeah I told Pete it's send a track
it one time, killed it sent it back
Wake up and smell the
If you've been through New Orleans, you''ve through hell and back.
Boy

[Rick

at the corner store, then i wanted more
I and bought a 44, look im ready to roll
I with the nonsense ridin with them convicts
Tryin to get my mom see daddy never done shit
Down Here, we eat steaks on the of the month
We flip convertible and purposeful blunts
Whip it the the kitchen, call it the hell
Im on the cell phone, look ho 12 gone
Pushin the benz, its a necessity
Embezzle me, I the secrets to the recipe
I the block, i satisfy their taste buds
Champagne body all you niggas
Down we got a different kind of hustle
Grind like a slipin im a touch ya
Ima tell you bitch, your fuckin with the boss
Show love to my nigga Petey and Rick Ross