Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

I'ma roll you, through my neck of the
Through the hood, hustling and right
Grinding for a grand, getting bigger
Ain't like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac the 4's, the paint that's matching the toes
The players baby mamas, and actresses hoes
No you be tripping, you got's the master control
her park while you exit, from out the passenger do'
You roll with the pass, as you pass through the toll
See the police ya ride slow, you the faster you go
See the fiends on the corner, itching and the blow
You incognito, while that lil' package of dro
I know I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a
I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you could put ya in sir
The trees made weed, what is you cussing fa'
It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a grudge her
works, but still you try the excuses
The prints could make you believe, that all of your grinding was
So what if you catch a case, still the juices
Fill up his jar with that bar, man this is ruthless
Ooh another one of them thangs, what you call that (slab)
Do the math, recline in your seat and back
You gotta try to in, and get your car facts
Belt buckles swangs and bang, how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this sto'
Get in, get the Black and a sip of O.
J. ay, one before you hit the do'
Burning off on his ass, you know nothing bout Texas hoe