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
ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel
And pouring gas too, if evidence
Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder I went
I'ma get you if I owe ya, ya residence
Lay the merk game down, and I'ma hit the fence
Better keep my mouth closed, so they see the shining
think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds
I'm cold as a deep freeze, bags of ice in it
My 3-57 pretty, but nothing nice in it
Too bitches, and not enough rubbers
Got so many, all my niggaz under the gutter
a nigga full of life, light close like shutters
God damn, staying healthy is as a mo'fucker

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[Paul
I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my and in my jaws
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 my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clear
I got mo karats than soup,, I'm a Texas 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, cause how it is in the Lone Star State
With a cup full of bar in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Tape

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[Lil'
Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my
You just rapping that ain't platinum, homie you to chill
Cause you Texas, nigga you ain't trill
Nigga you been on my dick, way you got your deal
These rappers finally get some fame, and they got it locked
After your album flop, nigga you gon be on
My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky
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 agitated, bitch you better run hoe
I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm though
Princess cuts up and down, Johnny done those
I got ice, just like Paul Wall
Shining down South, brighter than all
When it's time to get jewelry done who do y'all call
Cause you fellas ain't at all, check me out
On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a
Even with a suspended license, still finna
Ain't no to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get
Five deuce Hoover cause, ain't like a Crip
with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips
These roach ass niggaz, trying to make me my chips
But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my
I'm from the South, and I got in my mouth

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