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 of the woods
Through the hood, hustling and right
Grinding for a grand, pockets bigger
Ain't nothing like a Dirty South, H-Town

Cadillac with the 4's, the paint that's the toes
The basketball players baby mamas, and hoes
No you can't be tripping, you got's the control
Make her park you exit, from out the passenger do'
You roll with the easy pass, as you pass the toll
See the police ya ride slow, you don't the you go
See the fiends on the corner, and after the blow
You incognito, while passing that lil' 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 put ya trust in sir
The trees made that weed, what is you fa'
It's mother nature's fault officer, you should have a with her
Never works, but still you try the
The prints make you believe, that all of your grinding was useless
So what if you catch a case, still the juices
Fill up his jar with that bar, man Southern is ruthless
Ooh it's another one of them thangs, you call that (slab)
Do the math, recline in your and fall back
You gotta try to in, and get your car facts
buckles swangs and bang, that's how we crawl Lac
I'ma get my car waxed, into this 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 know nothing bout Texas hoe