Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

I'ma roll you, through my neck of the
the hood, hustling and living right
Grinding for a grand, pockets bigger
nothing like a Dirty South, H-Town nigga

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint matching the toes
The basketball players mamas, and actresses hoes
No you can't be tripping, you got's the master
Make her park while you exit, 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 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 could put ya 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 prints could make you believe, all of your grinding was useless
So what if you a case, still hustle the juices
Fill up his jar with bar, man this Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's one of them thangs, what you call that (slab)
Do the math, recline in your seat and back
You try to blend in, and get your car facts
Belt buckles and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
get my car waxed, pulling into this liquor sto'
Get in, get the Black 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