Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

I'ma roll you, my neck of the woods
Through the hood, hustling and living
Grinding for a grand, pockets bigger
nothing like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac the 4's, the paint that's matching the toes
The basketball players baby mamas, and hoes
No you can't be tripping, you the master control
Make her park you exit, from out the passenger 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 lil' 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 a grudge with her
Never works, but you try the excuses
The prints could make you believe, all of your grinding was useless
So if you catch a case, still hustle the juices
Fill up his jar that bar, man this Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's one of them thangs, what you call that (slab)
Do the math, in your seat and fall back
You gotta try to blend in, and get your car
Belt buckles swangs and bang, that's how we Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this liquor
Get in, get the Magic and a sip of O.
J. ay, one thang you hit the do'
Burning off on his ass, you know nothing bout Texas hoe