Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

I'ma roll you, through my of the woods
the hood, hustling and living right
Grinding for a grand, pockets bigger
Ain't nothing a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's matching the
The basketball players baby mamas, and actresses
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 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, 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 could make you believe, that all of your grinding was useless
So what if you catch a case, still hustle the
Fill up his jar with that bar, man this is ruthless
Ooh it's another one of them thangs, what you 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
get my car waxed, pulling into this liquor sto'
Get in, get the Magic and a sip of O.
J. ay, one before you hit the do'
Burning off on his ass, you don't know bout Texas hoe