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, out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' with that Georgia license These niggas, don't know
They don't even 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 know foe, chiefin' on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed with the home team
Know I mean, some shit, have a nigga, stressed out
him small fast

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

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on hoes
Get wit' my slick part now, hit the studio
Now see I up, without a doubt
Not a being asked as you dash, with no way out

Through the I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we for ya' with 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 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 you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you out on them cruts, Hook

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

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

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

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

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, show no flow
As as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the
around, gonna get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

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

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

And when this thang get crunk, I it up and take it to the lab
Hit gentlemens club and grab 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 to the Fleetwoods, from the two door 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 that
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, girls most to complain

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

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

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