Luyện nghe bài hát From The South

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From the
I got the in my mouth

Hold up a minute, I'm the of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, wood grain can't let go
You niggaz'll see me, I'm on another level
Stay to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And gas too, if there evidence
Saw me in the rear view, now you where I went
get you if I owe ya, visit ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the
Better my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining
They it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, with of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but nothing nice in it
Too many bitches, and not enough
Got so many, all my real under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life, light like shutters
God damn, staying is hard as a mo'fucker

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[Paul
I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my
Platinum and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball
I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining a chandelier
I tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth clear
I got mo karats than vegetable soup,, I'm a icon a People's Champ
Put on your shades when I commits to approach, my mouth is like a lamp
It got gold grills and platinum and ice, that's how it is in the Lone Star State
With a cup of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey Tape

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[Lil'
since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill
You just rapping ain't platinum, homie you need to chill
Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you trill
Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got deal
These rappers get some fame, and think they got it locked
After album flop, nigga you gon be on Koch
My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky
If you ain't spend thirty, tuck in your piece and (Southside)

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Blucka-blucka-blucka, how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, bitch you run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm though
Princess cuts straight up and down, done those
I got loud ice, just like Paul
Shining down South, brighter than all
When it's to get your jewelry done who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm like a pimp
with a suspended license, still finna flip
Ain't no limit to cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't like a Crip
Ride with a Revolve', I don't with clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to me bust my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even my bitch
I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my

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