Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

I'ma roll you, through my of the woods
Through the hood, hustling and living
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 players baby mamas, and hoes
No you can't be tripping, you got's the control
Make her park you exit, from out the passenger do'
You roll with the easy pass, as you through the toll
See the police ya slow, you don't 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, I'm not a customer
I'm not a snitch, I'm the type you could put ya trust in sir
The made that weed, what is you cussing fa'
It's mother nature's officer, you should have a grudge with her
works, but still you try the excuses
The prints could make you believe, that all of your grinding was
So what if you a case, still hustle the juices
Fill up his jar with that bar, man this Southern is
Ooh it's another one of them thangs, what you that (slab)
Do the math, recline in your seat and fall
You gotta try to blend in, and get car facts
Belt buckles and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this liquor
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 know nothing Texas hoe