Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

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

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint matching the toes
The basketball baby 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 through the toll
See the ya ride slow, you don't the faster you go
See the fiends on the corner, and after the blow
You incognito, while passing that package of dro
I I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a customer
I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you put ya trust in sir
The trees made that weed, what is you fa'
It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a with her
Never works, but you try the excuses
The prints could you believe, that all of your grinding was useless
So what if you catch a case, still the juices
Fill up his jar with that bar, man this Southern is
Ooh it's one of them thangs, what you call that (slab)
Do the math, recline in your seat and fall
You gotta try to in, and get your car facts
Belt buckles swangs and bang, that's how we Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this sto'
Get in, get the Magic 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