Luyện nghe bài hát Neck Of My Woods

(*talking*)

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

- 2x]

I'ma you, through my neck of the woods
the hood, hustling and living right
Grinding for a grand, pockets bigger
Ain't nothing like a Dirty South, 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 the master control
Make her park you exit, from out the passenger do'
You roll with the pass, as you pass through the toll
See the ya ride slow, you don't the faster you go
See the fiends on the corner, itching and the blow
You incognito, passing 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 could put ya in sir
The trees made that weed, 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 could make you believe, that all of your grinding was useless
So if you catch a case, still hustle the juices
up his jar with that bar, man this Southern 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 in, and get your car facts
Belt swangs and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, pulling into this 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 nothing bout hoe