Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

This is the sound of
This is the sound of

You in the of the finest
mayne, this for the streets
Let's 'em somethin' they can bump in the trunk

At this point you should be your speakers up
Turn your up Chamillionaire man
Let it bump, a southern thing
Ha ha, mayne

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

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

Universal me to bring some realness to the industry
Got here then I that ain't nobody real but me
Okay, a couple niggaz but of 'em real as me
Tell your rapper he should diss me if he disagree

I bet I'm actin' like your favorite rapper me
Tell your second favorite whose the best and 'em a picture of me
have to take me out to prove that he's as sick as me
So me verse me, the battle that y'all gonna get to see

I'm plainly what I'm sayin' to make these haters mad
Perpetration hatin' ass, see me candy slab
his ass, how many vehicles can he have?
I be losin' myself and I ain't even that bad at math

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You in the presence of the
The game is full of fakes, all these rappin' niggaz
Controversy Sells, the industry 'em what they want
See he gangsta as he say, that's why they dress 'em up
Get a vest, a plastic gun and go a publicity stunt

Hoe act she slow, don't know that I'm rich
And ignore the handles missing from the of my whip
But then she saw me on TV and told me for a flick
What you her? You can "106 and park on my dick"

Can't about Texas and not mention me
'Cause the gon' have to see the truth come out eventually
I'll rip any rapper out from A to Z
to the 2 if you still disagree

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

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