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 roll you, through my neck of the
Through the hood, hustling and right
Grinding for a grand, pockets getting
Ain't like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's the toes
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 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, 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 made weed, what is you cussing fa'
It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a with her
Never works, but still you try the
The prints could make you believe, that all of your was useless
So what if you catch a case, still the juices
Fill up his jar that bar, man this Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's another one of them thangs, 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 and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
get my car waxed, pulling into 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 bout Texas hoe