Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

Ha-ha, hop in (Southern Smoke)
Why you looking all mayne?
Loosen up nigga, ride me

- 2x]

I'ma roll you, my neck of the woods
Through the hood, hustling and living
Grinding for a grand, getting bigger
Ain't nothing like a South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint matching the toes
The basketball players baby mamas, and actresses
No you can't be tripping, you got's the control
Make her park you exit, from out the passenger do'
You roll with the easy pass, as you pass the toll
See the police ya ride slow, you don't the you go
See the fiends on the corner, and after the blow
You incognito, passing that lil' package of dro
I know I'm not a hustler, I'm not a customer
I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you put ya trust in sir
The trees made weed, what is you cussing fa'
It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a grudge her
Never works, but still you try the
The prints could make you believe, that all of your grinding was
So if you catch a case, still hustle the juices
up his jar with that bar, man this Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's another one of them thangs, what you call (slab)
Do the math, recline in seat and fall back
You gotta try to blend in, and get car facts
Belt swangs and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling this liquor sto'
Get in, get the Magic and a sip of O.
J. ay, one before you hit the do'
off on his ass, you don't know nothing bout Texas hoe