Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya (In The South)

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
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

If 5 on 2, its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, know
They don't even wanna 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 with the home
what I mean, some shit, have a nigga, stressed out
Make him small

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 Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy 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 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 whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we 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 count to three click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause is who I be, won't fuck with you
Don't fuck with me, so can't you see the enemies

Where be all you can fuckin' be, 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, the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
hit the studio and take it back to the lab

And how we keep 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 and take it back to the lab

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

Let everybody get they time to shine waitin' on mine
In the meantime to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for
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, got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
Only bit chasers, I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta on packin', slackin' gonna get me

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

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

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

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

the freeze-tag 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 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, it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you tell me man

And how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out 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 it crunk, from 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 it back to the lab