Luyện nghe bài hát From Da South

here, right.
(Yep)
When I was a young boy in Philly, I
Was of easy going, I
Was a silly I
I to mess around
I was kind of the class
I hate to see you
I to see people down
'Cause I it when fun flows like a faucet (uh)
But sometimes, guys mistake it for softness
But I ain't no sappy singin softy
When comes to shove, ya better back up off me
'Cause I am 6'2 and I no little guy
200 pounds and homie I can the heads fly
My father told me never hit first
But if they hit you son (Yeah), them to a hearse
So my life those are the rules that I've lived by
A sucker put his on me homie I'll give a guy
A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab
Get 'em a slab
And put 'em in a cab (Uh)
Now I ain't the type of brother to go out and a fight
But man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff
Michael Jackson said, "this thing silly man..."
A not a fighter, better stay out a Philly man.
Put up your dukes, so you start boogen
A sick upper punch when you and ain't lookin'
An mx uppercut, aim for the
Not from the north, or the east, or the west, comin'
da south
And I'm it hard
From da
Right up your guard
da south
An with all I got
(Watch drop!)
Put up you dukes; it's to get loose troop
101, with me and you, and me and whole crew
You heard the uppercut is that's what's wrong fellas
all chickens and for doers getting jealous
Fail one 'em
and all buggin'
All different names but all the buggin'
Maybe you can me out, yeah maybe not
'Cause fly into the uppercut (Here they come) and hear you're body
Boom shakala Boom shaka laka Boom!
out
It's coming at you a Kodak zoom
No, my name ain't Roberta, be giving me flak
And if you off track, Jack,
taking a turn, nap
A muscle sucker, mean jack to Will
When I walk on by be glad I chill
But if y'all forfeit and I feel
The is givin' ya teeth dental piction
X's over eyes and birds around ya heads,
Limp all
like I hit you with a bat
Eyes so (diggy, diggy)
like ya must a got em painted
Damn!
That a mother ain't it
Step in the
the king
And you take a
'Cause 20 seconds y'all be out in a ambulance
pathetic
As you wrestle
up?
Felt like a
But it was only an
Jus last week some fool got (Yeah)
So I got
right for the bare fist
After the punch the young man didn't want a
I missed his
But I the stoplight
So put up dukes, so you better start bookin'
A sick
you munchin'
And lookin'
An mx uppercut aim for mouth
Not from the north, or the east, or the west, comin'
From da
And I'm throwin' it
da south
Right up under you're
da south
And uppercut all I got
(Watch drop!)


(There you go)
Come, come on....