Luyện nghe bài hát Down Heya (In The South)

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the to the streets
To the two door Capri, out with the beat
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 88' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They don't wanna 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 your foe, on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed with the home team
Know what I mean, shit, have a nigga, stressed out
Make him fast

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

I put ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a
Not a being asked 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 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
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

be all you can fuckin' be, stay sucker free
But get some nuts before you fuck 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 club to the
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the 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 a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

A day and a dolla' 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 over years I scratchin'
And scrapin' still ain't came up nothin'

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

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

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

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

We ain't scared, prepared to take this to the streets
Caprice and Fleetwood ride Vouges with the beat
You not understand a damn thang that I speak
I'm slizzard as hell, 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 grab a of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, its funny 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 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 can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', you off in that blue flame
Whats really on holmes, can you please tell me man

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the 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

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