Luyện nghe bài hát Front To Back

[Woman: "Mixtape Messiah"....Yeah nigga it's the Mixtape nigga, ol'
ass nigga]

[U.G.K. Bun-B (Pimp-C)] {Chamillionaire}
From the back (back), to front (front)
Now to the side (side) {Get ya on}
(repeat 4x)
{Hold up,
(What goes up, come down)
the back (must come down)
To front (must come down)

1: Chamillionaire]
-Yuh, Yuh.
Go get a sack, a blunt, then let it light
Hop in ya ride, but don't let no rapper blow ya high
Go get some screw (what type of fool?), Dj Screw
And other Dj's can too (how many?), just a few
Where that O.G. Ron C and boys better not get lazy
Would it be slab or Mercedes? Better go ask naked lady
on the hood, I feel like boys no where near my caliber
I'm years ahead of and you ain't no where near my calendar
Went the front, to the back, now push the side
Now I'm standin' on my own 2 Chuck when I ride
Ride on yall wit pride, homie you ask me why
It seems real niggaz die, and fraud niggaz multiply
Is ya hearin' me? no can even see as clear as me
I make my own there is no one else that's steerin' me
How could you think that you could handle Koopa
My flow ain't perfect yet, but no rapper come as as me
what you created, now you got me aggravated
Gettin' braided, sittin' bladed, then I go hit 280
Uhh-Uhh, 8 bumper scrapped, but I'm steady down
Ask a question for real niggaz, I bet the frauds is reply
Who the

[U.G.K. Insert] ad-libs}

2: Rasaq]
-Ay we to tip down man
From the back to the front, front back to the (to the side)
come down while my 5th wheel rise (5th wheel rise)
Fall up in the club, and I'm up in ice (draped up in ice)
Yellow-bone in my lap, and she them thighs (shakin' them thighs)
Wanna come home, but I'm on the game
Niggaz waitin' in the alley, jack off my chain
the Color Changer, ridin' on swangers
Recognize pimpin', I ain't never no stranger
Bumpin' on screw, slowed in my disc changer
If you wanna throw down, I got 1 up in the
It's brown-boy from that C.C.C
Them boys cool, but they ain't me (you gotta love it)
true all my life, I ain't tellin' you a lie
Put ya deuce in the sky, if you get high
Alot of niggaz lame, they be sangin' they
But I swear that they soft, and gay in the game
come down, 84's spinners swang
Takin' butter-heads to the to buy me pinky rings
I be the hardest, yall niggaz is insane
23's behind the paint that boy LeBron James

[U.G.K. {Yung-Ro ad-libs}

3: Yung-Ro]
me see it, let me see it
From the back, to the front, to the
I'm in the back, now here it cum, open wide
be ashamed, do ya thang, 'cause I'ma do mines
Tell ya man that I got 2 nines, so lil do you mind?
If I do what I'm to do
It's pimpin' baby, I'm fly I'm to screw
Every bitch in the
I'm on Hypnotiq and
and you what the hell don' gotten into me
I'm 'finna be, leavin' the scene yo hoe
Just I'm 'finna be turnin' 22, and that's comin' fa'sho
That's for Ro, pimp-tastic baby
Need a bitch, a bitch-up, pimp classic baby
You askin' baby, and I can it in my ear
Lookin' back at ya G'yeah, tellin' you what you wanna hear
But it's cool with me, yeah just the curtains
And if ya, fuckin' Nobody, ya still a
Now from the back, to the front, to the
the back, to the front, to the side
From the back, to the front, now to the
Heh!, yeah (Get ya step on..Get ya on) yeah, Right!

[U.G.K.