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
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride the hood
In the Delta 88' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't
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

Holla' at me like you know your foe, chiefin' on 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 that cannon and woop your 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 know they suckin dick, but thanking the game I spit

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

Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we for ya' with 50 men
In of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the Attic Crew
No flaw within, we 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 hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause J-Bo is who I be, won't with you
Don't fuck me, so can't you see through the enemies

Where be all you can fuckin' be, stay free
But first get some nuts you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so 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 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

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

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

Let everybody get they time to shine still on mine
In the meantime tryin' to find a
God knows where the next one, for
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind stop

Like time don't stop, like a nigga who
Casket, cover it up and out, ain't 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
around, gonna get you fucked 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, what I fuckin' said

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

And when thang 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 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 likely to

See somethings can't be explained, how we do this man
Hit the lab, it talk, now you here 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 it crunk, from 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 studio and it back to the lab

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, out with the beat
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the and take it back to the lab