Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya (In The South)

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

If 5 on 2, its all good, we ride through the hood
In the 88' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They don't 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

at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, 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 while these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I

I put ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, a doubt
Not a question asked as you dash, with no way out

the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we in its the Attic Crew
No flaw within, we them wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And when this thang get crunk, I 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, its funny but it ain't what the fuck you gonna do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

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

See somethings be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in blue flame
really going on holmes, can you please tell me man

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

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