Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

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

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