Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya (In The South)

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
hit the studio 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 even wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily

Holla' at me like you know your foe, on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down the home team
Know I mean, some shit, have a nigga, stressed out
Make him small

Bout' 175 will 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 already been chose
stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but thanking the game I spit

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

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

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

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

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
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' 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 to see 23, Shawty, three U double T's
What it ain't gonna be, what it is over years I scratchin'
And scrapin' still ain't up with nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, the two door to the four 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 likely to complain

See somethings can't be explained, how we really do man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you me once again
you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really 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, crunk out with the
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 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