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, 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, shit its all good, we ride through the
In the Delta 88' that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They don't even wanna show no 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 a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean, shit, have a nigga, stressed out
Make him small

Bout' 175 will quit to open cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time these hoes
Choose on the Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy up in that fuck shit
I know they dick, but they 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 up, without a doubt
Not a question being 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 steppin' in its the Attic
No within, we them Youngbloodz 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 your hoe, on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause J-Bo is who I be, won't with you
Don't fuck with me, so can't you see through the

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

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the to the streets
To the two Capri, crunk out with 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 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
hit the studio and take it back to the lab

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

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

Like time stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
Only bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to
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 as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the
Fuckin' around, gonna get you up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

Always underestimated, great gives a fuck, don't make 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
Drag your ass across the club, what I fuckin' said

We ain't scared, to take this thang to the streets
Caprice and Fleetwood 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 this thang get crunk, I pack 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, thank its funny but it ain't what the fuck you gonna do When they hit you, 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
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, girls most likely to

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

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the 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

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
hit the studio and take it back to the lab