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, hustling and living
for a grand, pockets getting bigger
Ain't like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac with the 4's, the that's matching the toes
The basketball players baby mamas, and hoes
No you can't be tripping, you got's the master
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 don't the you go
See the fiends on the corner, and after the blow
You incognito, passing that lil' package of dro
I know I'm not a hustler, I'm not a customer
I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you put ya trust in sir
The made that weed, what is you cussing fa'
mother nature's fault officer, you should have a grudge with her
Never works, but still you try the
The prints could you believe, that all of your grinding was useless
So what if you a case, still hustle the juices
Fill up his jar with that bar, man Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's another one of thangs, what you call that (slab)
Do the math, in your seat and fall back
You gotta try to blend in, and get car facts
Belt buckles swangs and bang, how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into liquor sto'
Get in, get the Magic and a sip of O.
J. ay, one thang you hit the do'
off on his ass, you don't know nothing bout Texas hoe