Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

This is the of revenge
This is the sound of

You in the presence of the
Chamillitary mayne, for the streets
give 'em somethin' they can bump in the trunk

At this you should be turnin' your speakers up
Turn your speakers up man
Let it bump, it's a southern
Ha ha, mayne

I heard somebody say that the South got no lyricists
Well, bang, bang at the game everyone down here is pissed
You lookin' for the then look no further, here it is
it up a notch so they can not say they not hearin' this

They say is sick, click click, here's a clip
bang at the rap game to make your spirits lift
And it seems to me the is all on Jigga's dick
Who? You, you, you, and you nigga, pick a

Universal sent me to bring some realness to the
Got here I realized that ain't nobody real but me
Okay, a couple niggaz but none of 'em as me
Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he

I bet I'm like your favorite rapper isn't me
Tell your second favorite the best and show 'em a picture of me
have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me
So me verse me, the only battle that y'all get to see

I'm plainly sayin' what I'm sayin' to these haters mad
Perpetration hatin' ass, see me candy slab
his ass, how many vehicles can he have?
I be losin' count myself and I even that bad at math

That's how we do it in Texas, trunk and grippin' wood
We reply to threats, nigga, I you would
You can keep on talkin' but only if you could
turn my speakers up, can you hear 'em now? No good

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if want
I'ma let it so they can feel it in the, in the trunk
You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide your rep and it up
What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can it in the, in the trunk

This for the street niggaz knowin' gotta pee in a cup
Know your peace tossin' ya when he see the results
This for the G's, is what you see in the scope
Gauge gonna get sprayed it's Raid when you see him approach

you ahead of time, solo I can handle mine
You ain't too smart but play the like you a pantomime
But you don't have a nine, show you I hammer mine
Time to make you do the Running Man like Hammer Time

Shout out to the and all my gangstas pack heat up
Actin' up and pack enough heat to make you it up
The hoes back it up, soon as they hear the of the trunk
Now I'ma stock like New York slang what you mean? that's up

Money stack it up they feel they have enough
Get the and add 'em up, then she givin' that to us
Don't put all that in cuffs, treat your like a slut
better share, hell yeah, 'cause I just wanna cut

A hater cut, someone gon' get hurt
Especially if you met me and was turf
Houston, I'm the worst, ice looking like sherbet
off my chest, you're starin' at it like a pervert

Mixtape God, don't hate me, go to first
Might as well since all the rappers wearin' shirts
think ahead of time, call yourself a nurse
Diss me in your second and you won't get to finish third verse

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I never been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if want
I'ma let it so they can feel it in the, in the trunk
You 'bout it game, decide your rep and throw it up
What you tryin' to drank, I'ma 'bout to get you drunk
it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the

You in the presence of the
The is full of fakes, all these rappin' niggaz front
Sells, the industry givin 'em what they want
See he ain't gangsta as he say, why they dress 'em up
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go pull a stunt

Hoe act like she slow, know that I'm rich
And the handles missing from the do's of my whip
But then she saw me on TV and me pause for a flick
you tell her? You can "106 and park on my dick"

Can't speak Texas and not mention me
'Cause the world gon' have to see the come out eventually
I'll rip any rapper out from A to Z
934-829 to the 2 if you disagree

We never marry a hoe, what I'ma you fo'
I'm too tearin' my shows up and gettin' married to dough
Grave dig a nigga, Whatchu I bury a flow
Run, go get your city, come and then I'ma bury your area code

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, I can bring it if they want
I'ma let it bang so they can it in the, in the trunk
You 'bout it wit'cha game, decide rep and throw it up
you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you drunk
Keep it mayne, so they can feel it in the, in the trunk