Luyện nghe bài hát Introducing Shaunta

Dis a Mo Swang production
So it out as we rip it up
The way we know how to do, baby
Straight up, for your

In South Central,
To my in Compton, yeah
What up, off in
And to my in Watts, yeah

Where you at in Downs, yeah?
And to the ghettos everywhere, uh,
We're do it to ya
And it go a little like dis, check it out

I'm 'bouts to get buck-wicked, buck-wild on ya here
style R&B, Hip Hop
And all other gangsta shit
So it out as I rizip it up for ya

I made somethin' for the radio and 'Somethin' 4 Da
Somethin' for my neighborhood that made a money
Now Monty is my and you know I gets to it
Because I'm kinda fluid, so the to the Stewart

got the cash, I went and got equipment
I some funky shit that you niggas can't get wit
Now Monty, why'd you do it, you're an R&B
A real, stop, a real is what I had to bring, uh

I'm not a gang and I don't buck buck
If get to shootin', I'm the nigga that duck
I don't smoke indo, that's all
I'm more than happy wit my contact

Now is how we do it, that's why I say
I did it my way, so check it as I wreck it
And ya know that I'm
I'm comin' straight, strigity straight from the

Yeah and I'm straight this shit
But it, I'm introducin' my mothafucka
Her name is Shaunta, so check it out as she shit
Yo, girl, where you at

What I flex is shit that you wanna hear next is
The way I get busy, then I bring
And wit no car crash
Bang wit yo' ass fast like Miss Flash, sufferin'

I got you niggas fo' yo' flow and yes, I'm bashtro, uh
But don't an ass of your crew
And what that bitch gonna do? Monty that nigga
Then I take the two and smotha you

Not to your gravy, but to your
When I was young, I couldn't drive a
You niggas crave me, you must be
The last ho who wrong got a clip, feelin' dazy

You can't me, it's the dash
On to get and round up any competition, stomp her
For all you rambling the rip?
Check it out Monty
me and Montell wrecks shit, yeah

Yo, yo, yo, this goin' out to all my niggas out
Wassup P
Yeah, straight up to no mercy,
The nigga that give me the fades in South Central

To all my niggas on Crenshaw, straight off in the
Everywhere in the States and overseas
Japan and all that
Wherever, this goin' down
This for you baby

Yeah,
Did you guys record

Montell, you big sexy, you go
You dressed like Big Bird
Look like one of them old workers
But the boy can sing though, good he can sing