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 neck of the
Through the hood, hustling and living
Grinding for a grand, getting bigger
Ain't nothing like a Dirty South, H-Town

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's the toes
The players baby mamas, and actresses hoes
No you can't be tripping, you got's the master
Make her park you exit, from out the passenger do'
You roll the easy pass, as you pass through the toll
See the ya ride slow, you don't the faster you go
See the on the corner, itching and after the blow
You incognito, while that lil' package of dro
I I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a customer
I'm also not a snitch, I'm the type you put ya trust in sir
The trees that weed, what is you cussing fa'
It's mother nature's officer, you should have a grudge with her
Never works, but still you try the
The prints could make you believe, all of your grinding was useless
So if you catch a case, still hustle the juices
Fill up his jar with bar, man this Southern is ruthless
Ooh another one of them thangs, what you call that (slab)
Do the math, recline in seat and fall back
You gotta try to in, and get your car facts
Belt buckles and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into liquor sto'
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 bout hoe