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, like wood grain 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
I'ma get you if I owe ya, ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the
Better keep my closed, so they can't see the shining
They it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a freeze, with bags of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but ain't nothing in it
Too many bitches, and not rubbers
Got so many, all my real niggaz the gutter
Watch a nigga of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying is hard as a mo'fucker

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

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

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Blucka-blucka-blucka, how my gun go
If I'm looking agitated, you better run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's
Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done
I got loud ice, like Paul Wall
down South, brighter than all y'all
When it's time to get your jewelry who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't at all, check me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing a pimp
Even with a suspended license, finna flip
Ain't no to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five Hoover cause, ain't nothing like a Crip
Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even my bitch
I'm the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth

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