Luyện nghe bài hát In The Trunk

This is the sound of
This is the sound of

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

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

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

They say Chamill is sick, click, here's a clip
Bang bang at the rap 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 then I realized ain't nobody real but me
Okay, a niggaz but none of 'em real as me
Tell your favorite rapper he should diss me if he

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

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

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

Ain't from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk
ain't a thang, 'cause 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, 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 feel it in the, in the

This for the niggaz knowin' they gotta pee in a cup
Know your officer tossin' ya when he see the results
This for the G's, hate is what you see in the
Gauge gonna get like 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 have a nine, I'll show you I hammer mine
Time to you do the Running Man like it's Hammer Time

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

Money stack it up when they feel have enough
Get the chips and add 'em up, then she givin' to us
put all that in cuffs, treat your money like a slut
Niggaz share, hell yeah, 'cause I just wanna cut

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

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

Ain't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't been a punk
Drama a thang, 'cause 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
What you tryin' to drank, 'cause I'ma 'bout to get you
Keep it pimpin' mayne, so can feel it in the

You in the presence of the
The game is full of fakes, all 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 gun and go pull a publicity stunt

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

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

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

Ain't runnin' from a thang, I ain't never been a punk
Drama ain't a thang, I can bring it if they want
I'ma let it bang so 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, I'ma 'bout to get you drunk
Keep it pimpin' mayne, so they can feel it in the, in the