Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya (In The South)

And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we through the hood
In the Delta 88' that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They even wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily

Holla' at me like you your foe, chiefin' on that green
snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean, shit, have a nigga, stressed out
Make him small

Bout' 175 quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already been
These stankin' bitches get boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they the game I spit

I put they ass in a rap and out on them hoes
Get my slick part now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a
Not a question asked as you dash, with no way out

Through the I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the Crew
No flaw within, we them Youngbloodz plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We you, so what you do is count to three then click your shoes
Then out the door, to your hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you
Don't fuck with me, so can't you see through the

Where be all you can be, stay sucker free
But first get some nuts before you fuck around and the dust
Now what, so what you got now if you ride out on them cruts, Hook

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
Then hit the studio and take it to the lab

A day late and a dolla' short on the cat walk,
Tryin' to get meat, 22 tryin' to see 23, Shawty, U double T's
What it ain't gonna be, what it is over I been scratchin'
And still ain't came up with nothin'

Let everybody get time to shine still waitin' on mine
In the tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the don't stop

time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
Only bit fake chasers, I'm to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't show no
As long as though, see hit the gas
Gotta play it smart, take it to the heart
around, gonna get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make
Shake em' off gonna get it before this thang get too late
up, wait, my homeboys straight
Don't make me go your head
your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin' said

We ain't scared, prepared to this thang to the streets
Caprice and ride good Vouges with the beat
You might not understand a thang that I speak
I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your ass to sleep

And when this get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club and a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't what the you gonna do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, most likely to complain

See somethings can't be explained, how we do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you please me man

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
hit the studio and take it back to the lab