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 you, through my neck of the woods
Through the hood, and living right
Grinding for a grand, pockets getting
Ain't nothing a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's matching the
The basketball baby mamas, and actresses hoes
No you can't be tripping, you got's the control
her park while you exit, from out the passenger do'
You with the easy pass, as you pass through 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, while passing 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 put ya trust in sir
The trees made that weed, what is you fa'
It's mother fault officer, you should have a grudge with her
Never works, but you try the excuses
The prints could make you believe, that all of your grinding was
So what if you catch a case, hustle the juices
Fill up his jar with that bar, man Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's another one of them thangs, what you call (slab)
Do the math, recline in your seat and back
You gotta try to blend in, and get your car
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 thang you hit the do'
Burning off on his ass, you don't know nothing bout hoe