Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya (In The South)

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two Capri, crunk 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, shit its all good, we ride through the
In the Delta 88' with that Georgia license plate niggas, don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine to get mine in daily

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

Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the while these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my already been chose
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 wit' my part now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, a doubt
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 sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the Crew
No flaw within, we them wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

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

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

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the 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

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
Then hit the and take it back 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 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 a loophole
God knows the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't

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

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

underestimated, great 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
Don't make me go upside your
Drag your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin'

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

And when this thang get crunk, I it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club and grab a of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its 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 four
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 likely to

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

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, 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